Epitaph on a Mercenary Miser

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)
Epitaph on a Mercenary Miser
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A poor benighted Pedlar knock'd One night at Sell-all's door, The same who saved old Sell-all's life— 'Twas but the year before! And Sell-all rose and let him in, Not utterly unwilling, But first he bargain'd with the man, And took his only shilling! That night he dreamt he'd given away his pelf, Walk'd in his sleep, and sleeping hung himself! And now his soul and body rest below; And here they say his punishment and fate is To lie awake and every hour to know How many people read his tombstone GRATIS.
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- Samuel Taylor Coleridge