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EPIGRAMS COMPOSED ON READING A DIARY LATELY PUBLISHED
[That flesh is grass is now as clear as day]
That flesh is grass is now as clear as day,To any but the merest purblind pup,
Death cuts it down, and then, to make her hay,
My Lady B--- comes and rakes it up.
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THE LAST WISH
When I resign this world so briary,
To have across the Styx my ferrying,
O, may I die without a DIARY!
And be interr'd without a Bury-ing!
To have across the Styx my ferrying,
O, may I die without a DIARY!
And be interr'd without a Bury-ing!
The poor dear dead have been laid out in vain,
Turn'd into cash, they are laid out again!
Turn'd into cash, they are laid out again!
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