Concord is conquered! In his turn there lies

The master of great Music’s mysteries;

And in it is a riddle, like the cause,

Will Lawes was slain by men whose Wills were Laws.

ON MR. JOSEPH KING.

Here lies a man than whom no better’s wal-king,

Who was when sleeping even always tal-king;

A king by birth was he, and yet was no king,

In life was thin-king, and in death was Jo-King.

On John Adams, of Southwell, a carrier, who died of drunkenness.—Byron.