Social Commentaries
Another Epigram
From Poems, Chiefly Pastoral (1766)
To Wasteall, whose eyes were just closing in death,
Doll counted the chalks on the door;
In peace, cry'd the wretch, let me give up my breath,
And Fate will soon rub out my score.
Come, bailiffs, cries Doll, (how I'll hamper this cheat!)
Let the law be no longer delay'd,
I never once heard of that fellow call'd Fate,
And by G—d he sha'nt die till I'm paid.
Codex Note
Text from the Eighteenth Century Collections Online / ECCO-TCP transcription (TCP K093533), Poems, Chiefly Pastoral (1766).
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