Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, 
Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, 

Stranger to civil and religious rage, 
The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. 

No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, 
Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie: 
Un-learn'd, he knew no schoolman's subtle art,
No language, but the language of the heart. 

By nature honest, by experience wise, 
Healthy by temp'rance and by exercise; 
His life, though long, to sickness past unknown; 
His death was instant, and without a groan. 

O grant me, thus to live, and thus to die! 
Who sprung from kings shall know less joy than I. 

- 'Epistle to Dr Arbuthnot',
by Alexander Pope.

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