Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.

Gay the Poet

Well, then, poor G[ay] lies under ground!
So there’s an end of honest Jack;
So little justice here he found,
’Tis ten to one he’ll ne’er come back.
Pope.—Epitaph on Gay.

Bless’d be the great! for those they take away,
And those they left me; for they left me G A Y:
Left me to see neglected genius bloom,
Neglected die, and tell it on his tomb.
Pope.—To Arbuthnot, Prol. to Sat., Line 255.

Of manners gentle, of affections mild;
In wit, a man; simplicity, a child.
Pope.—Epitaph on Gay.

Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
Dryden.—Epitaph on Killigrew, No. 11. Stanza 4.