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John Milton - On The University Carrier
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Here lies old Hobson, Death hath broke his girt,
And here alas, hath laid him in the dirt,
Or els the ways being foul, twenty to one,
He`s here stuck in a slough, and overthrown.
`Twas such a shifter, that if truth were known,
Death was half glad when he had got him down;
For he had any time this ten yeers full,
Dodg`d with him, betwixt Cambridge and the Bull.
And surely, Death could never have prevail`d,
Had not his weekly cours of carriage fail`d;                         
But lately finding him so long at home,
And thinking now his journeys end was come,
And that he had tane up his latest Inne,
In the kind office of a Chamberlin
Shew`d him his room where he must lodge that night,
Pull`d off his Boots, and took away the light:
If any ask for him, it shall be sed,
Hobson has supt, and `s newly gon to bed.
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