A collection of scots poems on several occasions by the late Mr. Alexander Pennecuik, Gent. And Others |
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HIS EPITAPH. |
 | A collection of scots poems on several occasions |  |
HIS EPITAPH.
Here all alone,Beneath this stone,
Our rare reformer bides;
Who pick'd up crowns
By tirling lowns,
He scarcely left their hides.
Ask not at all,
Where went his saul?
The question's scarcely civil;
Since 'tis well kend,
Ill life must end
In going to the devil.
| A collection of scots poems on several occasions | |