That woe could wish, or vanity devise.
Death levels man - the wicked and the just,
The wise, the weak, lie blended in the dust;
And by the honours dealt to every name,
The King of Terrors seems to level fame.
- See! here lamented wives, and every wife
The pride and comfort of her husband’s life;
Here, to her spouse, with every virtue graced,
His mournful widow has a trophy placed;
And here ’tis doubtful if the duteous son,