The Dog, To Gain Some Private Ends,

While Resignation Gently Slopes Away, And All His Prospects Brightening To The Last, His Heaven Commences Ere The World Be Past.

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

If We Do Not Find Happiness In The Present Moment, In What Shall We Find It?

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.