A joking epiteph

He knew an hundred pleasant stories,
 With all the turns of Whigs and Tories;
 Was cheerful to his dying day,
 And friends would let him have his way.
He gave the little wealth he had
To build a house for fools and mad,
 And showed by one satiric touch,
 No nation wanted it so much.


Verses on the Death of Dr Swift

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goatman said…
Was the movie Schindler's List in black and white film?
I had forgotten; but that would increase the sense of age and intensity.


I hope to be cheerful to my dying day just like this fellow (I like the hat).
April 2, 2013 at 7:47 AM
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