When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.

Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.

Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!

Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!

An honest man here lies at rest, the friend of man the friend of truth the friend of age and guide of youth. Few hearts like his with virtue warmed, few heads with knowledge so informed. If there's another world, he lives in bliss. If there is none, he made the best of this.

God knows, I'm not the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be, But twenty times I rather would be An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be Just for a screen.

Great for good, or great for evil.