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1667–1745

EPITAPH ON THE SAME

Jonathan Swift

Beneath this verdant hillock lies Demar, the wealthy and the wise, His heirs,that he might safely rest, Have put his carcass in a chest;

The very chest in which, they say, His other self, his money, lay. And, if his heirs continue kind To that dear self he left behind,

I dare believe, that four in five Will think his better self alive.

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