By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed, By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned, By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned!

So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.

And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.

Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes; The glorious fault of Angels and of Gods.