_On a Porter who died suddenly under a load._
Pack'd up within these dark abodes,
Lies one, in life inur'd to loads,
Which oft he carried 'tis well known,
Till Death pass'd by and threw him down;
When he that carried loads before,
Became a load which others bore
To this his inn--where, as they say,
They leave him till another day.
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