O JOHNSON! thou wer't honest, learned, rough, And had'st of life and writing full enough. Freed from thy drudg'ry, at a good old age, And freed from Envy and from Party rage: Free'd from a pension, which the soul disdain'd, And freed from errors, which thy judgement stain'd. Freed from a body of infirmity; The tax of Death's no tyranny to thee. Then rest in peace, from all thy labours rest, Thy works shall follow, and thy name be blest. New Inn.
