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Gentleman's Magazine 1785 p.970
The following jeu d' esprit has been given as a
translation of the above:
Here I, Thomas Wharton, do lie,
With Lucifer under my head,
And Nelly my wife hard by,
And Nancy as cold as lead:
O how can I speak without dread!
Who could my sad fortune abide!
With one devil under my head,
And another laid close on each side.
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