Bid him not search too close for gamboge
In the breeches, nor nicely examine the coat,
But tell him that he may send if he choose,
All he can spare ’bove a two-pound note.
Then with the money pray buy me a coffin,
And bury me safe ’neath a table of chance;
Haply e’en there my memory may soften
The pangs of ill-luck and the want of finance.
But should some cruel and opulent Greek
Revile at my state as he stamps o’er my grave,