Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,

Fallen from his high estate,

And welt'ring in his blood;

Deserted, at his utmost need,

By those his former bounty fed,

On the bare earth expos'd he lies,

With not a friend to close his eyes.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Alexander's Feast. Line 77.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,

Heaven did a recompense as largely send:

He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear,

He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Epitaph.

For his bounty,

There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was

That grew the more by reaping.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2.

His heart and hand both open and both free;

For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows;

Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5.