Date: 1735, 1763

"Turn'd on its self its num'rous wants are seen, / And all the mighty void that lies within / Yet cannot wisdom stamp our joys complete; / 'Tis conscious virtue crowns the blest retreat."

— Melmoth, William, the younger (bap. 1710, d. 1799)

Date: 1735, 1763

"'Midst foreign objects not employ'd to roam, / Thought, sadly active, still corrodes at home."

— Melmoth, William, the younger (bap. 1710, d. 1799)

Date: 1735, 1763

"But equal passions let his bosom rule, / A judgment candid, and a temper cool, / Enlarg'd with knowledge, and in conscience clear, / Above life's empty hopes, and death's vain fear."

— Melmoth, William, the younger (bap. 1710, d. 1799)

Date: 1735, 1763

"Our lives like his in one smooth current flow, / Nor swell'd with tempest, nor too calmly slow, / Whilst he like some great sage of Rome or Greece, / Shall calm each rising doubt and speak us peace, / Correct each thought, each wayward wish controul, / And stamp with every virtue all the soul."

— Melmoth, William, the younger (bap. 1710, d. 1799)

Date: 1735, 1763

"Unnumber'd fears corrode and haunt his breast, / With all that whim or ign'rance can suggest."

— Melmoth, William, the younger (bap. 1710, d. 1799)