Death Is A Fisherman
An Epitaph A Day
Keeps Death's Spectre Away
Keeps Death's Spectre Away
Buckinghamshire
HIGH WYCOMBE.
Death is a fisherman; the world we see
A fish-pond is, and we the fishes be;
He sometimes angles, like doth with us play,
And slily take us, one by one, away.
HIGH WYCOMBE.
Death is a fisherman; the world we see
A fish-pond is, and we the fishes be;
He sometimes angles, like doth with us play,
And slily take us, one by one, away.
Source:
Norfolk, Horatio Edward. Gleanings In Graveyards. London: John Russell Smith. 1861.
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