The Epitaph [Here, Five Feet Deep, Lies On His Back]

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Title:     The Epitaph [Here, Five Feet Deep, Lies On His Back]
Author: Jonathan Swift [More Titles by Swift]

Here, five feet deep, lies on his back
A cobbler, starmonger, and quack;
Who to the stars, in pure good will,
Does to his best look upward still.
Weep, all you customers that use
His pills, his almanacks, or shoes;
And you that did your fortunes seek,
Step to his grave but once a-week;
This earth, which bears his body's print,
You'll find has so much virtue in't,
That I durst pawn my ears, 'twill tell
Whate'er concerns you full as well,
In physic, stolen goods, or love,
As he himself could, when above.

[The end]
Jonathan Swift's poem: Epitaph [Here, Five Feet Deep, Lies On His Back]

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