Whoe'er He Be That Tells

Thus Let Me Live, Unseen, Unknown, Thus Unlamented Let Me Die, Steal From The World, And Not A Stone Tell Where I Lie.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows.

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

Mark What Unvary'd Laws Preserve Each State, Laws Wise As Nature, And As Fixed As Fate.

The Cabinets Of The Sick And The Closets Of The Dead Have Been Ransacked To Publish Private Letters And Divulge To All Mankind The Most Secret Sentiments Of Friendship.