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Speme e Fortune, addio; che' in porto entrai. Schernite gli altri; ch'io vi spregio omai.

Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem.

If Paris that brief flight allow, My humble tomb explore! It bears: "Eternity, be thou My refuge!" and no more.

Here lies who, born a man, a grocer died.

Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.

And the voice of men shall call, "He is fallen like us all, Though the weapon of the Lord was in his hand:" And thine epitaph shall be-- "He was wretched ev'n as we;" And thy tomb may be unhonoured in the land.

And be the Spartan's epitaph on me-- "Sparta hath many a worthier son than he."

Shrine of the mighty! can it be, That this is all remains of thee?

Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh; Here Harod lies--but where's his Epitaph? If such you seek, try Westminister, and view Ten thousand, just as fit for him as you.

Yet at the resurrection we shall see A fair edition, and of matchless worth, Free from erratas, new in heaven set forth.

Loe here the precious dust is layd; Whose purely-temper'd clay was made So fine that it the guest betray'd. Else the soule grew so fast within, It broke the outward shall of sinne And so was hatch'd a cherubin.

This Mirabeau's work, then is done. He sleeps with the primeval giants. He has gone over to the majority: "Abiit ad plures."

Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care; The opening bud to Heaven conveyed, And bade it blossom there.

For though his body's under hatches, His soul has gone aloft.

His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft, Faithful, below, he did his duty; But now he's gone aloft.

This comes of altering fundamental laws and overpersuading by his landlord to take physic for the benefit of the doctor--Stavo bene ma per star meglio, sto qui.

If e'er she knew an evil thought She spoke no evil word: Peace to the gentle! She hath sought The bosom of her Lord.

"Let there be no inscription upon my tomb. Let no man write my epitaph. No man can write my epitaph. I am here ready to die. I am not allowed to vindicate my character; and when I am prevented from vindicating myself, let no man dare calumniate me. Let my character and motives repose in obscurity and peace, till other times and other men can do them justice."

May his body rest free from evil.

A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole word was not sufficient.