Epitaph on a Country Clergy man

Still, like his Saviour, known by breaking bread, The rich he entertain'd, the needy fed— Of humour easy, and of life unblam'd, The friend delighted, while the priest reclaim'd: The friend, the father, and the husband gone, The priest still lives in th' recording stone, Where pious eyes may read his praises o'er. And learn each grace his pulpit taught before.