But thou remote from pain and strife.
Now reap’st the meed of virtuous life
In some Elysian grove,
Where endless streams of milk abound,
And soft valerian paints the ground,
Thy joyous footsteps rove;
With Tasso’s cat, by poets named,
And Whittington’s in story famed,
Requiescat in pace!
From The Satirist, March 1814.