The Epitaph.
Here rest his cares within the friendly earth,
A Youth to fortune and to fame unknown;
Some Dæmon frown’d upon his humble birth,
And cheerless mis’ry marked him for her own.
When youthful, virtues glow’d within his breast,
Allur’d by Passion, by Example led,
With Folly’s children he too warmly prest,
And idle joys their baleful influence shed.
But soon succeed these pleasures of the town,