EPITAPH ON A FRIEND.

By painful sickness long severely prest,

Here sinks, on Nature's sacred lap of rest,

A friend, who, in a life too short, display'd

A mind in virtue bright, without one shade.

Hence with unusual grief is Fondness mov'd,

Hence more than Pity's sighs for one belov'd;

Unshaken Honour sheds a manly tear,

And weeping Virtue stops, a mourner here.