His Epitaph

TRue Fame, from Envy, takes no wrong;
Where Merit is, Stones find a Tongue.
And this declares—Here lies inclos'd
A Body, was so well compos'd
For strength, and beauty; none could find
An equal to it, but his Mind.
Heav'n has his Soul, the World his Fame;
We only can his Body claim.
Death (that great Chymist) has refin'd
The Oare, and left the Dross behind.