An Epitaph On George Bee Poem by William Ettrick

Under this Stone his Friends may see
The last remains of poor George Bee,
Laborious Bee, had oft earn'd Money,
As oft hard Winters eat the Honey.
Of all the Bees were in the Hive,
None toil'd like him are now alive.
A Man more cruel than a Turk
Destroy'd him coming from his Work:
Without a Word, without a frown,
The horrid Monster rode him down:
And thus, tho' shocking to relate,
Poor Bee, alas! met with his fate.-
Since life's uncertain, let us all
Prepare to meet Death's awful call.
Oct. 29, 1785, aged 71 years.