Undertakers

Ye undertakers, tell us,You make this mighty stir?

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There was a man bespake a thing,Whether he hath it yea or no.

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Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazon'd round,It only serves to prove the living vain.

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Diaulus, lately a doctor, is now an undertaker; what he does as an undertaker, he used to do also as a doctor.

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There's a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round trot; He's only a pauper whom nobody owns.

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The houses that he makes last till doomsday.

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