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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.
Epitaph for Mr. Walter Riddell
453Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
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