Here lies Thomas Logge -- A Rascally Dogge; A poor useless creature -- by choice as by nature; Who never served God -- for kindness or Rod; Who, for pleasure or penny, -- never did any Work in his life -- but to marry a Wife, And live aye in strife: And all this he says -- at the end of his days Lest some fine canting pen Should be at him again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 94. AL-HADI by EDWIN ARNOLD DESPISED AND REJECTED by KATHARINE LEE BATES SONGS OF MIRZA SCHAFFY, SELECTION by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT A FATE-RIDDEN WOMAN by HERMAN J. D. CARTER DE BELL OF SAINT MICHEL by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND THE GHOSTS OF AN OLD HOUSE: THE BACK STAIRS by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER BRANDENBURGH HARVEST SONG by FRIEDRICH HEINRICH KARL DE LA MOTTE FOUQUE THE SONG THAT MOTHER SANG TO CUSH (IN NOAH'S ARK) by SARAH MARGARET FULLER |