Whereby I have my health and my body huge,
By wholesome perspiration keep well down,
Within the decent weight of twenty stone—
Shall get no sleep, and then full soon shall sink,
Poor, unlamented, to a nameless grave—
Where, stead of epitaph in prose and verse.
Briefly dilating on my virtuous deeds,
Argus and Obadiah, and the crew,
Penleazers vile, will cry to all around,
“Here lies a man, who once upheld Reform;