Epitaph Of The Present Year On The Monument Of Thomas Fuller

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Title:     Epitaph Of The Present Year On The Monument Of Thomas Fuller
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge [More Titles by Coleridge]

A Lutheran stout, I hold for Goose-and-Gaundry
Both the Pope's Limbo and his fiery Laundry:
No wit e'er saw I in Original Sin,
And no Sin find I in Original Wit;
But if I'm all in the wrong, and, Grin for Grin,
Scorch'd Souls must pay for each too lucky hit,--
Oh, Fuller! much I fear, so vast thy debt,
Thou art not out of Purgatory yet;
Tho' one, eight, three and three this year is reckon'd,
And thou, I think, didst die _sub_ Charles the Second.

Nov. 28, 1833.

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem: Epitaph Of The Present Year On The Monument Of Thomas Fuller

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