PARODY. Written on seeing the late MR. THOMAS WILLOUGHBY, Tragedian, rather below
himself. __ PEACEFUL slumb’ring in the
ale-house, See the god-like Rollo
lie, Drink out-wits the best of
fellows: Here lies poor Tom Willoughby. Where is stern king reynard-heart’s fury! Where is Osmond’s
blood-flush eye! See those mighty men before ye, Sunk to poor Tom Willoughby. Pity, ’tis that men of merit, Thus such sterling worth destroy; O ye gods! did
I inherit, Half the pow’rs of Willoughby. |