at tu, quisque doles, amice lector, de tanto quasi nil viro supersit, udis parce genis rigare marmor: mens et gloria non queunt humari.
But thou, whoeer thou art, friendly reader, who dost grieve to think that of a man so great nothing now remains,   Forbear to wet this monument with flowing tears:His mind and glory can never descend to the grave.
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