My Lord coming soon after into the room, wrote under it thus:
My very good dean, there are few who come here
But have something to ask, or something to fear.
Epitaph on Mr. Fenton.
This modest stone, what few vain marbles can,
May truly say,—Here lies an honest man!
A poet blessed beyond a poet’s fate,
Whom heaven kept sacred from the proud and great!
Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease,
Content with science in the vale of peace;