Epitaph in Berkeley Church-Yard, Gloucestershire

On a Very Old Glass at Market-Hill

Frail glass! thou mortal art as well as I;
Though none can tell which of us first shall die.

Answered Extempore by Dr. Swift

We both are mortal; but thou, frailer creature,
May'st die, like me, by chance, but not by nature.

Here lies the Earl of Suffolk's fool,
Men call'd him Dicky Pearce;
His folly served to make folks laugh,
When wit and mirth were scarce.

Poor Dick, alas! is dead and gone,
What signifies to cry?
Dickies enough are still behind,
To laugh at by and by.

Buried, June 18, 1728, aged 63.