Yet here he lies, without a name or tomb; 90
Perhaps not honour’d by a single tear;
Just enter’d in a parish-register,
With common dust, forgotten to remain—
And shall I seek, what thou could’st not obtain—
A name for men when I am dead to speak?—
Oh! let me something more substantial seek;
Let me no more on man’s poor praise depend,
But learn one lesson from my buried Friend!