THE EPITAPH.
Of vice or virtue void, here rests a man
By prudence taught each rude excess to shun;
Nor love nor pity marred his sober plan,
And Dulness claimed him for her favourite son.
By no eccentric passion led astray,
Not rash to blame, nor eager to commend,
Calmly through life he steered his quiet way,
Nor made an enemy, nor gained a friend.
Seek not his faults—his merits—to explore,