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453. Epitaph for Mr. Walter Riddell

SIC a reptile was Wat, sic a miscreant slave,
That the worms ev’n d-d him when laid in his grave;
“In his flesh there’s a famine,” a starved reptile cries,
“And his heart is rank poison!” another replies.


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Poem 453. Epitaph for Mr. Walter Riddell - Robert Burns