Epitaph

Here lieth A[lexander] S[earch]
Whom God and man left in the lurch
And nature mocked with pain and woe
He believed not in state or church
Nor in God, woman, man or love
Nor earth below, nor heav'n above.
His knowledge did to this abut:
(...) and love is rut
Nothing is anywhere sincere
Save sorrow, hatred, lust and fear
And even these sometimes do look
Worse [?] things in the ill they work.

He died at twenty odd
This was is dying sentiment:
Accurst be Nature, Man and God.