IN life I was the town drunkard; When I died the priest denied me burial In holy ground. The which redounded to my good fortune. For the Protestants bought this lot, And buried my body here, Close to the grave of the banker Nicholas, And of his wife Priscilla. Take note, ye prudent and pious souls, Of the cross-currents in life Which bring honor to the dead, who lived in shame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INFANT SORROW, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE TRAVELLER AT THE SOURCE OF THE NILE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS TIME TO BE WISE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SHADOWS: 2 by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES |