But Quiet To Quick Bosoms Is A

Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be My Song.

Near This Spot Are Deposited The Remains Of One Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength Without Insolence, Courage Without Ferocity, And All The Virtues Of Man, Without His Vices. This Praise, Which Would Be Unmeaning Flattery If Inscribed Over Human Ashes, Is But A Just Tribute To The Memory Of Botswain, A Dog.

Where Are The Forms The Sculptor's Soul Hath Seized? In Him Alone, Can Nature Show As Fair?

If Ancient Tales Say True, Nor Wrong These Holy Men.

By Heaven! It Is A Splendid Sight To See For One Who Hath No Friend, No Brother There.