Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear, He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.
Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
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.