Yet fear. Youth, ofttimes healthful and at ease, Anticipates a day it never sees; And many a tomb, like Hamilton's, aloud Exclaims "Prepare thee for an early shroud." A EPITAPH ON A HARE. HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Old Tiney, surliest of his kind, Though duly from my hand he took He did it with a jealous look, And, when he could, would bite. His diet was of wheaten bread Thistles, or lettuces instead, With sand to scour his maw. On twigs of hawthorn he regaled, And when his juicy salads fail'd A turkey carpet was his lawn, |