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279. Epigram on Francis Grose the Antiquary
THE DEVIL got notice that Grose was a-dying
So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying;
But when he approached where poor Francis lay moaning,
And saw each bed-post with its burthen a-groaning,
Astonish’d, confounded, cries Satan-“By G-,
I’ll want him, ere I take such a damnable load!”
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