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Songs Compleat,
On the DEATH of]o. Wright.
To the same Time.
WHEN Rich Men Die, whose Purses swell
With Silver and with Gold ;
They straight shall have a Monument,
Their Memories t'uphold.
Yet all that Men can say of them,
They lived so unknown ;
Is but to write upon their Tomb,
Here lieth such a one.
When Joseph Wright, who Dyed Poor,
(Tho' Simon was his Porter)
Shall Die as if he ne'er had been,
And want his Worth's Reporter.
Full many a Cann he often Drank,
In Fleet-Street in the Cellar ;
Yet he must unremember'd Die,
Like some base Fortune-teller.
He made the Ballad of the Turk,
And sung it in the Street ;
And Shall he Die, and no Man heed it ?
No Friends, it is not meet.
He lived in a Garret high,
Not much below the Steeple ;
And shall he Die, alass poor Jo,
Unknown unto the People.
He had a Dog, his Name was Trot,
Th' Dog with him did lye ;
Shall Tobit Live for his Dog's sake,
And Jo neglected Die ?
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