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THE POETS' LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT;
OR, A DIALOGUE WITH THE NOTARY.
P.Since Death, I now see, will grant no reprieve,
To the heirs of my body my substance I leave
In equal proportions.
N.
Your substance! good Sir;
I never—but where is it?—pray tell me where?
And as for your heirs, I have sure been in bad luck,
For I thought you had none procreated in wedlock.
P.
My substance, d'ye see Sir, 's these bones and this skin,
And tho' heirs I've had none, or in wedlock, or sin;
Tho' none I have had matrimonio stante,
Of posthumous ones in the grave I'll have plenty.
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