October, 1810. [First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, i. 240.] 

FOOTNOTES:

[16] ["The English Consul ... forced a physician upon me, and in three days vomited and glystered me to the last gasp. In this state I made my epitaph—take it."—Letter to Hodgson, October 3, 1810, Letters, 1898, i. 298.]

[16]

SUBSTITUTE FOR AN EPITAPH.

Kind Reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;

Kind

Here Harold lies—but where's his Epitaph?

Harold

If such you seek, try Westminster, and view

Ten thousand just as fit for him as you.

                                              Athens, 1810. [First published, Lord Byron's Works, 1832, ix. 4.] 

EPITAPH FOR JOSEPH BLACKET, LATE POET AND SHOEMAKER.[17]

Stranger! behold, interred together,

Stranger

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 found

Well stitched, and with morocco bound.

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