Epitaph for Joseph Blacket, Late Poet and Shoemaker
Lines:16Movement:Romanticism
STRANGER! behold, interred together,The _souls_ of learning and of leather.Poor Joe is gone, but left his _all_:You'll find his relics in a _stall_.His works were neat, and often foundWell stitched, and with _morocco_ bound.Tread lightly--where the bard is laid--He cannot mend the shoe he made;Yet is he happy in his hole,With verse immortal as his _sole_.But still to business he held fast,And stuck to Phoebus to the _last_.Then who shall say so good a fellowWas only "leather and prunella?"For character--he did not lack it;And if he did, 'twere shame to "Black-it."
