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The | Liers in Wait |
By Manly Wade Wellman
Here lies our Sovereign Lord the King,
Whose word no man relies on,
Who never said a foolish thing.
Nor ever did a wise one.
—Proffered Epitaph on Charles II
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester
(1647-1680)
Yes, Jack Wilmot wrote so concerning me, and rallied me, saying these lines he would cut upon my monument; and now he is dead at thirty-three, while I live at fifty, none so merry a monarch as folks deem me. Jack's verse makes me out a coxcomb, but he knew me not in
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