Here lies Thomas Logge -- A Rascally Dogge; A poor useless creature -- by choice as by nature; Who never served God -- for kindness or Rod; Who, for pleasure or penny, -- never did any Work in his life -- but to marry a Wife, And live aye in strife: And all this he says -- at the end of his days Lest some fine canting pen Should be at him again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOVEMBER STARS by SARA TEASDALE THE FRIENDLY WOOD by PAUL VALERY LONDON SNOW by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 28 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FOOL'S ADVENTURE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE DRINKING SONG (3) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE |