The poem
WHEN Lascelles thought fit from this world to depart, Some friends warmly thought of embalming his heart; A bystander whispers—“Pray don’t make so much o’t, The subject is poison, no reptile will touch it.”
Epitaph on Captain Lascelles
456Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
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