My virtues in Carara stone br Cut carefully you all my scan; br Beneath I lie, a fetid bone, br The marble worth more than the man. br br If on my pure tomb they should grave br My vices,--how the folks would grin! br And say with sympathetic wave: br "Like us he was a man of sin." br br And somehow he consoled thereby, br Knowing they may, though Hades bent, br When finally they come to die, br Enjoy a snow-white monument.