“No decent honours to their urns are paid, Nor could the graves receive the numerous dead; For, or they lay unburied on the ground, Or, unadorn’d, a needy funeral found: All reverence past, the fainting wretches fight For funeral piles which were another’s right. Unmourn’d they fall, for who survived to mourn? And sires and mothers unlamented burn; Parents and sons sustain an equal fate, And wandering ghosts their kindred shadows meet: The dead a larger space of ground require, Nor are the trees sufficient for the fire.