 | Collected Poems of Thomas Parnell |  |
Epigram
Kate counts her years on ev'ry finger tenAnd counts them over & begins again
For a whole cent'ry passd she lovd to ly
For which the creature well deservd to dy
She railes & scolds in one eternall strain
For which the Creature ought to dy again
Pin on her back a paper where tis said
Since Kate still lives the Devil must be dead
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