Volume 1 — EPITAPH ON THE SAME

Beneath this verdant hillock lies Demar, the wealthy and the wise, His heirs,[1] that he might safely rest, Have put his carcass in a chest; The very chest in which, they say, His other self, his money, lay. And, if his heirs continue kind To that dear self he left behind, I dare believe, that four in five Will think his better self alive.

[Footnote 1: "His heirs for winding sheet bestow'd His money bags together sew'd And that he might securely rest," Variation—From the Chetwode MS.—W. E. B.]