EPITAPH

EPITAPH

After reading Ronsard’s lines from Rabelais

If fruits are fed on any beastLet vine-roots suck this parish priest,For while he lived, no summer sunWent up but he’d a bottle done,And in the starlight beer and stoutKept his waistcoat bulging out.Then Death that changes happy thingsDamned his soul to water springs.

If fruits are fed on any beastLet vine-roots suck this parish priest,For while he lived, no summer sunWent up but he’d a bottle done,And in the starlight beer and stoutKept his waistcoat bulging out.Then Death that changes happy thingsDamned his soul to water springs.

If fruits are fed on any beastLet vine-roots suck this parish priest,For while he lived, no summer sunWent up but he’d a bottle done,And in the starlight beer and stoutKept his waistcoat bulging out.

If fruits are fed on any beast

Let vine-roots suck this parish priest,

For while he lived, no summer sun

Went up but he’d a bottle done,

And in the starlight beer and stout

Kept his waistcoat bulging out.

Then Death that changes happy thingsDamned his soul to water springs.

Then Death that changes happy things

Damned his soul to water springs.

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