A savage controversy followed, which survives only in the title of one of Bolingbroke's pamphlets, A Familiar Epistle to the most Impudent Man living--a transparent paraphrase for Warburton.

Pope's behaviour is too much of a piece with previous underhand transactions, but scarcely deserves further condemnation.
A single touch remains.

Pope was buried, by his own directions, in a vault in Twickenham church, near the monument erected to his parents.

It contained a simple inscription ending with the words "_Parentibus bene merentibus filius fecit._" To this, as he directed in his will, was to be added simply "_et sibi_." This was done; but seventeen years afterwards the clumsy Warburton erected in the same church another monument to Pope himself, with this stupid inscription.

_Poeta loquitur._ _For one who would not lie buried in Westminster Abbey._ Heroes and kings, your distance keep! In peace let one poor poet sleep Who never flatter'd folks like you; Let Horace blush and Virgil too.
Most of us can tell from experience how grievously our posthumous ceremonials often jar upon the tenderest feelings of survivors.