He envied neither wealth nor power,
Enjoying still the present hour;
Contented with his daily bread,
Each night he sought his peaceful bed:
Stranger to vice he knew no fear,
As life’s important end drew near;
He breath’d his last without a sigh,
And shew’d how Innocence shou’d die
Blush, reader, while these lines you scan
Here lies a Monkey, not a man.