JOHNSON’S EPITAPH ON GOLDSMITH.[[26]]

Thou seest the tomb of Oliver; retire,

Unholy feet, nor o’er his ashes tread.

Ye whom the deeds of old, verse, nature, fire,

Mourn nature’s priest, the bard, historian, dead.

COWPER’S EPITAPH ON DR. JOHNSON.

Here Johnson lies,—a sage by all allowed,

Whom to have bred may well make England proud;

Whose prose was eloquence, by wisdom taught,

The graceful vehicle of virtuous thought;