Reader , approach my urn—thou need'st not fear
The' extorted promise of one plaintive tear,
To mourn thy unknown friend—From me thou'lt learn
More than a Plato taught—the grand concern
Of mortals!—Wrapt in pensive thought, survey
This little freehold of unthinking clay,
And know thy end!
Though young, though gay, this scene of death explore,
Alas! the young, the gay is now no more!