English poem
Another
by John Cunningham (1501–1591)
To Wasteall, whose eyes were just closing in death, Doll counted the chalks on the door; In peace, cry'd the wretch, let me give up my breath, And Fate will soon rub out my score.
Come, bailiffs, cries Doll, (how I'll hamper this cheat!) Let the law be no longer delay'd, I never once heard of that fellow call'd Fate, And by G—d he sha'nt die till I'm paid.
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