Mars spares the coward, and destroys the brave.
ON THREE NEIGHBORING TOMBS.
This is a sailor’s—that a ploughman’s tomb;—
Thus sea and land abide one common doom.
My lot was meagre fare, disease and shame.
At length I died—you all must do the same.
Fortune and Hope, farewell! I’ve found the port:
You’ve done with me—go now, with others sport.