To Contemplation's Sober Eye. / Such Is

Some Bold Adventurers Disdain The Limits Of Their Little Reign, And Unknown Regions Date Descry.

A Fav'rite Has No Friend!

As To Posterity, I May Ask What Has It Ever Done To Oblige Me?

If The Best Man's Faults Were Written On His Forehead, He Would Draw His Hat Over His Eyes.

Here Rests His Head Upon The Lap Of Earth, A Youth To Fortune And To Fame Unknown: Fair Science Frown'd Not On His Humble Birth, And Melancholy Mark'd Him For Her Own.