And laid her where our parish poor we lay; 120
It took not long that Business to adjust—
When common Folk are carried Dust to Dust.
A few kind Neighbours, by the setting Sun,
Bear the light Burden when their Work is done,
And there’s an End.—But, when the Wealthy sleep,
We keep the Body long as we can keep,
And seek for help of those who will contrive
To make things seem as all were yet alive.
He lies in state, his Visits duly paid,