The Funeral

SEE the Pall-supporting Bearers,
All in Undertaker's shew;
See the train of Sable-wearers,
Acting ev'ry Mode of woe.
Silent crouds the spot surrounding,
Call'd the GRAND RECEIVER's Dome;
Dismal tolling Tenor sounding,
Fellow Mortals follow Home.

List! oh list! ye State Declaimers,
On whose words the many dwell;
Place-bestowing, Patriot-tamers,
Hark! oh hark! 'tis Grandeur's Knell.
Heralds loud proclaim the Honours
Which this once puissant past;
Tell his Titles, count his Manors,
Lord of only this at last.

View the Tomb with Sculpture splendid,
View the Sod with Briars bound;
There the Farce of Finery's ended,
All are equal under ground.
Fashions there, there Envy's banish'd,
Beauties there can't plead their forms;
There Precedencies are vanish'd,
Offals ALL to odious worms.

Wise folks, weak ones, poor, and wealthy,
Tenant unremitting Graves;
Haughty, humble, sick, and healthy,
Britons sons, and Asian slaves.
Gloom no more the brow with sorrow,
Meet the moment, come what may;
If we're all to dye To-morrow,
Let us live, my Lads, To-day.

We'll not lavish Life's expences,
Nor be Niggards when we pay;
Let us please, not pall our Senses,
This is Reason's holiday.
Here, to Dunces bid defiance,
Affectations disapprove;
Here's my Toast,—The grand Alliance,
FRIENDSHIP, FREEDOM, WIT, and LOVE.