Epitaph In The Churchyard Of Hythe Poem by Anonymous British
Epitaph In The Churchyard Of Hythe
His net old fisher George long drew,
Shoals upon shoals he caught,
'Till death came hauling for his due
And made poor George his draught.
Death fishes on through various shapes,
In vain it is to fret;
Nor fish or fisherman escapes
Death's all-enclosing net.
Monday, June 23, 2014
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4/24/2024 10:30:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ah! The perfect inscription for a man who made fishing his life's work.