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On The University Carrier

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Who sickened in the time of his Vacancy, being forbid to go to London by reason of the Plague.


Here lies old Hobson. Death hath broke his girt,
And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt;
Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one
He’s here stuck in a slough, and overthrown.
’T was such a shifter that, if truth were known,
Death was half glad when he had got him down;
For he had any time this ten years full

Dodged with him betwixt Cambridge and The Bull.
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Ratnakar Mandlik 04 November 2016

Presentation of a fantastic imagery in amazing style. Thanks for sharing it here.

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