Pub. c.1780 in Langdon's Twelve Glees, Op. 6. The author of this elegy, which is recorded on numerous memorials, remains unidentified, if not fictitious.

Lyrics: Anon

When Sorrow weeps o'er Virtue's sacred dust,
Our tears become us and our grief is just;
Such were the tears he shed, who grateful pays
This last sad tribute of his love and praise,
Who mourns the best of wives and friends combined,
Where female softness met a manly mind.
Mourns but not murmurs, sighs but not despairs,
Feels as a man but as a Christian bears.