"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."
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If Paris that brief flight allow,
My humble tomb explore!
It bears: "Eternity, be thou
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If Paris that brief flight allow,
My humble tomb explore!
It bears: "Eternity, be thou
My refuge!" and no more.
May his body rest free from evil.
[Lat., Corpus requiescat a malis.]
May his body rest free from evil.
[Lat., Corpus requiescat a malis.]
Loe here the precious dust is layd;
Whose purely-temper'd clay was made
So fine that it the read more
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.
Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee,
And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me;
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Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee,
And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me;
Thy Smiles I count not, nor thy frowns I fear,
My days are past, my head lies quiet here.
What faults you saw in me take Care to shun,
Look but at home, enough is to be done.
This Mirabeau's work, then is done. He sleeps with the primeval
giants. He has gone over to the majority: read more
This Mirabeau's work, then is done. He sleeps with the primeval
giants. He has gone over to the majority: "Abiit ad plures."
Here lies who, born a man, a grocer died.
[Fr., Ne homme--mort epicier.]
Here lies who, born a man, a grocer died.
[Fr., Ne homme--mort epicier.]
Baths, wine and Venus bring decay to our bodies; but baths, wine
and Venus make up life.
[Lat., read more
Baths, wine and Venus bring decay to our bodies; but baths, wine
and Venus make up life.
[Lat., Balnea, vina, Venus corrumpunt corpora nostra;
Sed vitam faciunt baldea, vina, Venus.]
And be the Spartan's epitaph on me--
"Sparta hath many a worthier son than he."
And be the Spartan's epitaph on me--
"Sparta hath many a worthier son than he."
And the voice of men shall call,
"He is fallen like us all,
Though the weapon of read more
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.
