How earth cometh to earth naked alway,
Why should earth upon earth go stout alway,
Since earth out of earth shall pass in poor array?
I counsel you upon earth that wickedly have wrought,
That earth out of earth to bliss may be brought.
BYRON’S INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF HIS DOG.
Near this spot
Are deposited the remains of one
Who possessed beauty without vanity,
Strength without insolence,