We call a Cave a Grave—
If Cave be Grave, and Grave be Cave,
Then, reader! judge, I crave,
Whether doth Cave here lye in Grave,
Or Grave here lye in Cave?
If Grave in Cave here buried lye,
Then ‘Grave where is thy victorie?’
Go, reader, and report, here lyes a Cave
Who conquers Death and buries his own Grave.
One is curious to know what kind of men they were who wrote this sort of thing. Nothing seems to have been sacred to these funeral funny fellows and mortuary wags, who would start a conceit on false premisses, pursue it to its own death, and then worry it into rags.