THE UNIVERSAL EPITAPH

No flattering praises daub my stone,

  My frailties and my faults to hide;

My faults and failings all are known--

  I liv’d in sin--in sin I died.

And oh! condemn me not, I pray,

  You who my sad confession view;

But ask your soul, if it can say,

  That I’m a viler man than you.