Lines Addressed to Mr. Accum
'How shocking 'tis our fate to dread, / By dealing with our baker! / And, while we eat our daily bread, / Befriend the undertaker! / Death oft, by pistol, sword, or knife, / Inflicts a mortal wound; / But who would think the staff of life / Would fell us to the ground?'.
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