Well, then, poor G[ay] lies under ground! So theres an end of honest Jack; So little justice here he found, Tis ten to one hell neer come back. Pope.Epitaph on Gay.
Blessd 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.