"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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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.
For though his body's under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft.
For though his body's under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft.
If e'er she knew an evil thought
She spoke no evil word:
Peace to the gentle! She read more
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.
For the Lord Jesus Christ's sake,
Do all the good you can,
To all the people you read more
For the Lord Jesus Christ's sake,
Do all the good you can,
To all the people you can,
In all the ways you can,
As long as ever you can.
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."
Yet at the resurrection we shall see
A fair edition, and of matchless worth,
Free from erratas, read more
Yet at the resurrection we shall see
A fair edition, and of matchless worth,
Free from erratas, new in heaven set forth.
Beneath these green trees rising to the skies,
The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies;
The time read more
Beneath these green trees rising to the skies,
The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies;
The time shall come when these green trees shall fall,
And Isaac Greentree rise above them all.
May his body rest free from evil.
[Lat., Corpus requiescat a malis.]
May his body rest free from evil.
[Lat., Corpus requiescat a malis.]
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.]
