EPITAPH ON A FRIEND.By painful sickness long severely prest,Here sinks, on Nature’s sacred lap of rest,A friend, who, in a life too short, display’dA mind in virtue bright, without one shade.Hence with unusual grief is Fondness mov’d,Hence more than Pity’s sighs for one belov’d;Unshaken Honour sheds a manly tear,And weeping Virtue stops, a mourner here.
By painful sickness long severely prest,Here sinks, on Nature’s sacred lap of rest,A friend, who, in a life too short, display’dA mind in virtue bright, without one shade.Hence with unusual grief is Fondness mov’d,Hence more than Pity’s sighs for one belov’d;Unshaken Honour sheds a manly tear,And weeping Virtue stops, a mourner here.