Low On His Funeral Couch He Lies!

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

A Fav'rite Has No Friend!

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

Any Fool May Write A Most Valuable Book By Chance, If He Will Only Tell Us What He Heard And Saw With Veracity.

To Contemplation's Sober Eye. / Such Is The Race Of Man.