Genre:

Epitaph, Poetry

Subjects:

Pharmaceuticals

    'If drugs and physic could but save / Us mortals from the dreary grave, / 'Tis known that I took full enough / Of the apothecary's stuff / To have prolong'd life's busy feast / To a full century at least; / But spite of all the doctor's skill, / Of daily draught and nightly pill, / Reader, as sure as you're alive, / I was sent here at twenty-five'.