On Capt. Lascelles

 

1794
Type: Poem

When Lascelles thought fit from this world to depart,
Some friends warmly thought of embalming his heart;
A bystander whispers- “Pray don’t make so much o’t,
The subject is poison, no reptile will touch it.”

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