EPITAPH
On
a
Young
NOBLEMAN
,
Kill'd
in
an
ENGAGEMENT
at
SEA
.
Youth
,
beauty
,
strength
,
the
trophy
,
and
the
bust
,
Not
these
his
honours
to
the
Tomb
we
trust
;
But
modest
manners
,
innocent
of
art
,
The
open
nature
,
and
the
moral
heart
.
Such
love
of
truth
as
ancient
Britains
bore
,
Such
fortitude
,
as
never
Roman
more
:
And
call'd
betimes
,
his
task
of
glory
done
,
To
mix
with
nature's
social
as
his
own
.