REPLY TO SOME VERSES OF J. M. B. PIGOT, ESQ.
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As ye pass by the tomb,
Where my ashes consume,
Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear.
12.
May no marble bestow
The splendour of woe,
Which the children of Vanity rear;
No fiction of fame
Shall blazon my name,
All I ask, all I wish, is a Tear.
October 26, 1806.[1]
REPLY TO SOME VERSES OF J. M. B. PIGOT, ESQ., ON THE CRUELTY OF HIS MISTRESS.[2]
1.
Why, Pigot, complain
Of this damsel's disdain,
Why thus in despair do you fret?
For months you may try,
Yet, believe me, a sigh[3]
Will never obtain a coquette.
