With these few lines engrav’d upon his tomb”—
The Epitaph.
Of vice or virtue void, here rests a man
By prudence taught each rude excess to shun;
Nor Love nor Pity marr’d his sober plan
And Dulness claim’d him for her favorite son,
By no eccentric passion led astray,
Not rash to blame, nor eager to commend,
Calmly through life he steer’d his quiet way,
Nor made an enemy, nor gain’d a friend.