Grav’d on his stone, beneath yon aged thorn.
Epitaph.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
A youth to Business and to Law well known;
Fair Science frown’d not on his humble birth,
And Litigation marked him as her own.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to Mis’ry (all he had), a tear;
He gain’d from Heav’n (’twas all he wished), a friend.