The Bickerstaff-Partridge Papers, by Jonathan Swift

An Epitaph on Partridge.

Here, five Foot deep, lies on his Back,

A Cobler, 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 Vertue in’t,

That I durst pawn my Ears ’twill tell

Whate’er concerns you full as well,

In Physick, Stolen Goods, or Love,

As he himself could, when above.

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