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1721–1771

THE EPITAPH.

Tobias George Smollett

Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown: Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere; Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had — a tear; He gain'd from Heaven —‘ twas all he wish'd — a friend.

No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, ( There they alike in trembling hope repose ) The bosom of his Father and his God.

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