Another. On A Wicked Fellow, Who Was A Great Blunderer

INTERR'D by blunder in this sacred place, Lies William's wicked heart, and smiling face. Full forty years on earth he blunder'd on, And now the L—d knows whither he is gone. But if to heav'n he stole, let no man wonder, For if to hell he'd gone, he'd made no blunder.