These ghastly figures—(loathsome to the eyes)
These are the skulls of those I lately knew,
The once adored, beautiful, and wise!
The statesman and the clown here peaceful lie,
The slave for liberty don’t here dispute:
With death’s decree Neptune and Mars comply,
And patriotic eloquence lies mute!
When Sol the East with blushes does adorn;
The rose expands her leaves to every ray:
Tho’ thus compos’d of beauty in the morn,