In A Fleshly Tomb, I Am Buried

I Have A Kitten,the Drollest Of All Creatures That Ever Wore A Cat's Skin.

Admirals Extolled For Standing Still, Or Doing Nothing With A Deal Of Skill.

All Affectation; 'tis My Perfect Scorn; Object Of My Implacable Disgust.

Pity! Religion Has So Seldom Found A Skilful Guide Into Poetic Ground! The Flowers Would Spring Where'er She Deign'd To Stray And Every Muse Attend Her In Her Way.

There Goes The Parson, Oh Illustrious Spark! And There, Scarce Less Illustrious, Goes The Clerk.