Note 527 — Chapter XXIX · LITERATURE, THE PRESS, ETC.

Here Five Foot deep lyes 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 this Grave but once a Week. This Earth which bears his Body's Print, You'll find has so much Virtue in't, That I durst Pawn my Ears, 'twill tell What 'eer concerns you full as well, In Physick, Stolen Goods, or Love, As he himself could, when above.[527]