NOW that life is nearly spent, Here's my will and testament, Giving every foe a present, As a Christian finds it pleasant: Let these gentry full of merit Have my sickness as their guerdon, All that makes my life a burden, -- All my wretched pangs inherit. I bequeath you all the colic Which my belly tweaks in frolic, -- Strangury and these perfidious Prussian piles so sharp and hideous. Unto you my cramps be given, Pains in joints, and salivation, Pains in back, and inflammation, -- Every one the gift of heaven. Let this codicil then follow: -- Lord! that wretched herd demolish, And their very name abolish, As they in their vileness wallow | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A LADY SINGING by ISAAC ROSENBERG FACADE: 24. AN OLD WOMAN LAMENTS IN SPRINGTIME by EDITH SITWELL BIRCH STREAM by ANNA BOYNTON AVERILL WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME by PATRICK SARSFIELD GILMORE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 48 by OMAR KHAYYAM COMPARISON OF LOVE TO A STREAM FALLING FROM THE ALPS by THOMAS WYATT |