Lillington
I poorly lived, I poorly died,
And when I was buried nobody cried.
Not born, not dead, not christen’d, not begot,
So! here she lies, that was, and that was not;
She was born, baptized, is dead, and what is more,
Was in her life, not honest, not a ——
Reader, behold a wonder rarely wrought,
And whilst thou seem’st to read, thou readest not.