a bards epitaph(2 / 2)

and keenly felt the friendly glow,

and softer me;

but thoughtless folliesid him low,

and stain'd his name!

reader, attend! whether thy soul

soars fancy's flights beyond the pole,

or darkling grubs this earthly hole,

in low pursuit:

know, prudent, cautious, self-control

is wisdom's root.

epitaph for robert aiken, esq.

know thou, o stranger to the fame

of this much lov'd, much honoured name!

(for none that knew him need be told)

a warmer heart death ne'er made cold.

epitaph for gavin hamilton, esq.

the poor man weeps—here gavin sleeps,

whom canting wretches m'd;

but with such as he, where'er he be,

may i be sav'd or damn'd!