’Twas by a fall I caught my death; No man can tell his time or breath; I might have died as soon as then If I had had physician men. * * * * * On a Grocer. Garret some call’d him, but that was too hye; His name is Garrard who now here doth lie; Weepe not for him, since he is gone before To heaven, where Grocers there are many more. * * * * * THE END. * * * * * * * * * * F. PICKTON, Printer, Perry’s Place, 29 Oxford Street. NOTES. {48} A crown. {80a} The stone joins to the south wall of the church, under one of the spouts. {80b} Rufford Abbey, then the seat of Sir George Saville, Baronet, in whose family the person had lived as butler. {90} A woman inferring that her husband is an _ass colt_.