And pews are fitted up for gentry.
Sit in the Vicar's seat: you'll hear
The doctrine of a gentle Johnian,
Whose hand is white, whose tone is clear,
Whose phrase is very Ciceronian.
Where is the old man laid?—look down.
And construe on the slab before you,
Hic jacet
GULIELMUS BROWN,
Vir nulla non donandus lauru.