He never to his Parents was unkind
But in his early leaving them behind,
And since hath left us and for e’er is gone
What Mother would not weep for such a Son—
May this fair Monument then never fade,
Or be by blasting time or age decay’d.
That the succeeding times to all may tell
Here lieth one that liv’d and died well—
Here lies the thirteenth child and seventh son
Who in his thirteenth year his race had run.