Answered Extempore By Dr. Swift

We both are mortal; but thou, frailer creature, May'st die, like me, by chance, but not by nature.

EPITAPH IN BERKELEY CHURCH-YARD, GLOUCESTERSHIRE

Here lies the Earl of Suffolk's fool, Men call'd him Dicky Pearce; His folly served to make folks laugh, When wit and mirth were scarce.

Poor Dick, alas! is dead and gone, What signifies to cry? Dickies enough are still behind, To laugh at by and by.

Buried, June 18, 1728, aged 63.

MY LADY'S LAMENTATION AND COMPLAINT AGAINST THE DEAN