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THE EPITAPH 
XXXIII 
Here rests his head upon the lap of 
Earth, 
A youth, to Fortune and to Fame un- 
known; 
Fair Science frowned not on his humble 
birth, 
And Melancholy marked him for her 
own. 
XXXIV 
Large was his bounty, and his soul sin 
cere, 
Heaven did a recompense as largely 
send; 
He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, 
He gained from Heaven (’twas all he 
wished) a friend. 
XXXV 
No farther seek his merits to disclose, 
Or draw his frailties from their dread 
abode 
(There they alike in trembling hoipe re 
nos e). 
The bosom of his Father and his God. 
EPITAFIO 
XXXIII 
Un joven sin renombre ni fortuna 
Aquí reposa en perdurable calma; 
No desdeñó el saber su humilde cuna, 
Mas la tristeza se adueñó de su alma. 
XXXIV 
Fué generoso y fiel, su ardor fue santo, 
Y justo premio recibió del cielo: 
Al pobre dió un tesoro, fué su llanto 
Y obtuvo un buen amigo, fué su anhelo. 
XXXV 
Los méritos y vicios que tuviera 
Dejad bajo esta losa sepultados, 
Porque ya en la balanza justiciera 
De su Padre, su Dios, fueron pesados. 
Thomas oray 
Traducción de Roberto MacDOUALL