IN life I was the town drunkard; When I died the priest denied me burial In holy ground. The which redounded to my good fortune. For the Protestants bought this lot, And buried my body here, Close to the grave of the banker Nicholas, And of his wife Priscilla. Take note, ye prudent and pious souls, Of the cross-currents in life Which bring honor to the dead, who lived in shame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CULPRIT FAY by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE LET THE LIGHT ENTER (THE DYING WORDS OF GOETHE) by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER ON ENGLISH MONSIEUR by BEN JONSON THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE |