"Well then, poor G---- lies underground,
So there's an end of honest Jack:
So little justice here he found,
'Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back."
This must have been running in Goldsmith's heed when he wrote:
"Here lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed,
Who long was a bookseller's hack:
He led such a damnable life in this world,
I don't think he'll wish to come back."