EPITAPH on the late Duke of B

Here GRUBINOT lies, on very ill Terms, First, a Prey to the Flies; and then to the Worms. Those who grieve at his Loss, needn't wonder he's gone; For the Carcase must rot; when the Flesh is Fly-blown. But this must be said in his Praise, Tho' Death, cruel Death, from us forc'd him; He dy'd by endeav'ring to raise, His old Friend that lay Dead before him.