We both are mortal; but thou, frailer creature,
May'st die, like me, by chance, but not by nature.
EPITAPH
IN BERKELEY CHURCH-YARD, GLOUCESTERSHIRE
Here lies the Earl of Suffolk's fool,
Men call'd him Dicky Pearce;
His folly served to make folks laugh,
When wit and mirth were scarce.
Poor Dick, alas! is dead and gone,
What signifies to cry?
Dickies enough are still behind,
To laugh at by and by.
Buried, June 18, 1728, aged 63.
MY LADY'S[1] LAMENTATION AND COMPLAINT
AGAINST THE DEAN