Tread, Sirs, As Lightly As Ye Can Upon The Grave Of This Old Man. Twice Forty, Bating But One Year And Thrice Three Weeks, He Lived Here. Whom Gentle Fate Translated Hence To A More Happy Residence. Yet, Reader, Let Me Tell Thee This, Which From His Ghost A Promise Is, If Here Ye Will Some Few Tears Shed, He'll Never Haunt Ye Now He's Dead.