Rutlandshire.
OAKHAM.
John Spong, Jobbing Carpenter.
Who many a sturdy oak had lain along,
Fell’d by Death’s surer hatchet, here lies Spong,
Posts oft he made, but ne’er a place could get,
And liv’d by railing, though he was no wit:
Old saws he had, although no antiquarian,
And stiles corrected, yet was no grammarian.