On A Swearing Coxcomb

Here cursing, swearing Burton lies,

A buck, a beau, or “Dem my eyes!”

Who in his life did little good,

And his last words were “Dem my blood!”

On An Innkeeper Nicknamed “The Marquis”

Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm’d,

If ever he rise, it will be to be damn’d.

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