Epitaph In Berkeley Church-Yard, Gloucestershire Poem by Jonathan Swift
Epitaph In Berkeley Church-Yard, Gloucestershire
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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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