The works of Mr. Thomas Brown Serious and Comical, In Prose and Verse; In four volumes. The Fourth Edition, Corrected, and much Enlarged from his Originals never before publish'd. With a key to all his Writings |
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[Reader, beneath this Turf I lie]
Reader, beneath this Turf I lie,And hold my self content,
Piss, if you please, pray what care I,
Since now my Life is spent:
A Marble Stone indeed might keep
My Body from the Weather,
And gather People as I sleep,
And call more Fools together:
But hadst thou been from whence I came,
Thou'dst never mince the matter,
But shew thy Sentiments the same,
And hate Stone-Doublets after.
I'm dead, and that's enough t'acquaint
A Man of any Sense,
That if he's looking for a Saint,
He must go farther hence.
Between two Roses down I fell,
As 'twixt two Stools a Platter;
One held me up exceeding well
T'other did no such matter:
The Rose by Temple-Bar gave Wine,
Exchang'd for Chalk; and fill'd me,
But being for the Ready Coin,
The Rose in Wood-street kill'd me.
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