An Epitaph on a poor, but honest man

Stop, reader, here, and deign a look On one without a name; Ne'er enter'd in the ample book Of fortune, or of fame:

Studious of peace, he hated strife, Meek virtues fill'd his breast; His coat of arms, "A spotless life"— "An honest heart," his crest.

Quarter'd therewith was innocence; And thus his motto ran: "A conscience void of all offence Before both God and man."

In the great day of wrath, tho' pride Now scorns his pedigree; Thousands shall wish they'd been ally'd To this great family.