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Epitaph (in Berkeley Church-yard, Gloucestershire) Post by :Carola Category :Poems Author :Jonathan Swift Date :August 2011 Read :1995

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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.





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Jonathan Swift's poem: Epitaph (in Berkeley Church-Yard, Gloucestershire)

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