O Luxury! Thou Curst By Heaven's Decree!

They Please, Are Pleas'd, They Give To Get Esteem Till, Seeming Blest, They Grow To What They Seem.

The Wretch Condemn'd With Life To Part, Still, Still On Hope Relies; And Every Pang That Rends The Heart Bids Expectation Rise.

Here Lies David Garrick, Describe Me Who Can, An Abridgment Of All That Was Pleasant In Man.

Eternal Blessings Crown My Earliest Friend, And Round His Dwelling Guardian Saints Attend.

Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow, Or By The Lazy Scheld Or Wandering Po.