human
Vita bonos, sed poena malos, æterna capessit, Vitæ bonis, sed poena malis, per secula crescit. His mors, his vita, perpetuatur ita.
gpt
Imbalmed in pious arts, wrapt in a shroud Of white, innocuous charity, who vowed, Having enough, the world should understand No need of money might escape his hand; Bankes here is laid asleepe--this place did breed him-- A precedent to all that shall succeed him. Note both his life and immitable end; Not he th' unrighteous mammon made his friend; Expressing by his talents' rich increase Service that gain'd him praise and lasting peace. Much was to him committed, much he gave, Ent'ring his treasure there whence all shall have Returne with use: what to the poore is given Claims a just promise of reward in heaven. Even such a banke _Bankes_ left behind at last, Riches stor'd up, which age nor time can waste.