Epigrams. Composed on Reading a Diary Lately Published
COMPOSED ON READING A DIARY LATELY PUBLISHED .
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 Bury comes and rakes it up.
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 Bury comes and rakes it up.
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