are raised in every Quarter of that ancient Fabrick.

[Some]

of them were covered with such extravagant Epitaphs, that, if it were possible for the dead Person to be acquainted with them, he would blush at the Praises which his Friends

have

[2]

bestowed upon him. There are others so excessively modest, that they deliver the Character of the Person departed in Greek or Hebrew, and by that Means are not understood once in a Twelve-month.

[In]

the poetical Quarter, I found there were Poets

who

[3]