The Fourth Volume of the Writings Of the Author of the London-Spy Prose and Verse [by Edward Ward] |
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An Off-hand Epitaph upon the Weasel.
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An Off-hand Epitaph upon the Weasel.
Here lies within this holy Place,
The Lord have Mercy on him,
The Weasel in a wooden Case,
Exempt from humane Plagues, unless
You lay his Wife upon him.
The Lord have Mercy on him,
The Weasel in a wooden Case,
Exempt from humane Plagues, unless
You lay his Wife upon him.
Some People think if this was done,
Tho dead he wou'd be ready
To rise before his time and run,
The Lord knows where, in hopes to shun
That Termagant his Lady,
Tho dead he wou'd be ready
To rise before his time and run,
The Lord knows where, in hopes to shun
That Termagant his Lady,
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Since he is gone, 'tis hard that she
Shou'd be so long deserted;
Why Death shou'd'st thou so partial be?
Since all good People do agree,
'Tis pity they were parted.
Shou'd be so long deserted;
Why Death shou'd'st thou so partial be?
Since all good People do agree,
'Tis pity they were parted.
Pray bid her, when she comes, not prate,
But hold her teazing Nonsence;
For if the Weasel smels a Rat,
He'll fly his Wife I'll tell you that,
As once he did his Conscience.
But hold her teazing Nonsence;
For if the Weasel smels a Rat,
He'll fly his Wife I'll tell you that,
As once he did his Conscience.
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