Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Surgeon's Warning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Doctor whispered to the Nurse<br>And the Surgeon knew what he said,<br>And he grew pale at the Doctor's tale<br>And trembled in his sick bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now fetch me my brethren and fetch them with speed<br>The Surgeon affrighted said,<br>The Parson and the Undertaker,<br>Let them hasten or I shall be dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Parson and the Undertaker<br>They hastily came complying,<br>And the Surgeon's Prentices ran up stairs<br>When they heard that their master was dying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Prentices all they entered the room<br>By one, by two, by three,<br>With a sly grin came Joseph in,<br>First of the company.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Surgeon swore as they enter'd his door,<br>'Twas fearful his oaths to hear,--<br>Now send these scoundrels to the Devil,<br>For God's sake my brethren dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He foam'd at the mouth with the rage he felt<br>And he wrinkled his black eye-brow,<br>That rascal Joe would be at me I know,<br>But zounds let him spare me now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out they sent the Prentices,<br>The fit it left him weak,<br>He look'd at his brothers with ghastly eyes,<br>And faintly struggled to speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All kinds of carcasses I have cut up,<br>And the judgment now must be--<br>But brothers I took care of you,<br>So pray take care of me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have made candles of infants fat<br>The Sextons have been my slaves,<br>I have bottled babes unborn, and dried<br>Hearts and livers from rifled graves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And my Prentices now will surely come<br>And carve me bone from bone,<br>And I who have rifled the dead man's grave<br>Shall never have rest in my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bury me in lead when I am dead,<br>My brethren I intreat,<br>And see the coffin weigh'd I beg<br>Lest the Plumber should be a cheat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And let it be solder'd closely down<br>Strong as strong can be I implore,<br>And put it in a patent coffin,<br>That I may rise no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If they carry me off in the patent coffin<br>Their labour will be in vain,<br>Let the Undertaker see it bought of the maker<br>Who lives by St. Martin's lane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And bury me in my brother's church<br>For that will safer be,<br>And I implore lock the church door<br>And pray take care of the key.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all night long let three stout men<br>The vestry watch within,<br>To each man give a gallon of beer<br>And a keg of Holland's gin;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Powder and ball and blunder-buss<br>To save me if he can,<br>And eke five guineas if he shoot<br>A resurrection man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And let them watch me for three weeks<br>My wretched corpse to save,<br>For then I think that I may stink<br>Enough to rest in my grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Surgeon laid him down in his bed,<br>His eyes grew deadly dim,<br>Short came his breath and the struggle of death<br>Distorted every limb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They put him in lead when he was dead<br>And shrouded up so neat,<br>And they the leaden coffin weigh<br>Lest the Plumber should be a cheat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had it solder'd closely down<br>And examined it o'er and o'er,<br>And they put it in a patent coffin<br>That he might rise no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For to carry him off in a patent coffin<br>Would they thought be but labour in vain,<br>So the Undertaker saw it bought of the maker<br>Who lives by St. Martin's lane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his brother's church they buried him<br>That safer he might be,<br>They lock'd the door and would not trust<br>The Sexton with the key.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And three men in the vestry watch<br>To save him if they can,<br>And should he come there to shoot they swear<br>A resurrection man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the first night by lanthorn light<br>Thro' the church-yard as they went,<br>A guinea of gold the sexton shewed<br>That Mister Joseph sent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But conscience was tough, it was not enough<br>And their honesty never swerved,<br>And they bade him go with Mister Joe<br>To the Devil as he deserved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So all night long by the vestry fire<br>They quaff'd their gin and ale,<br>And they did drink as you may think<br>And told full many a tale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The second night by lanthorn light<br>Thro' the church-yard as they went,<br>He whisper'd anew and shew'd them two<br>That Mister Joseph sent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The guineas were bright and attracted their sight<br>They look'd so heavy and new,<br>And their fingers itch'd as they were bewitch'd<br>And they knew not what to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But they waver'd not long for conscience was strong<br>And they thought they might get more,<br>And they refused the gold, but not<br>So rudely as before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So all night long by the vestry fire<br>They quaff'd their gin and ale,<br>And they did drink as you may think<br>And told full many a tale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The third night as by lanthorn light<br>Thro' the church-yard they went,<br>He bade them see and shew'd them three<br>That Mister Joseph sent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They look'd askance with eager glance,<br>The guineas they shone bright,<br>For the Sexton on the yellow gold<br>Let fall his lanthorn light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he look'd sly with his roguish eye<br>And gave a well-tim'd wink,<br>And they could not stand the sound in his hand<br>For he made the guineas chink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And conscience late that had such weight,<br>All in a moment fails,<br>For well they knew that it was true<br>A dead man told no tales,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they gave all their powder and ball<br>And took the gold so bright,<br>And they drank their beer and made good cheer,<br>Till now it was midnight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, tho' the key of the church door<br>Was left with the Parson his brother,<br>It opened at the Sexton's touch--<br>Because he had another.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in they go with that villain Joe<br>To fetch the body by night,<br>And all the church look'd dismally<br>By his dark lanthorn light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They laid the pick-axe to the stones<br>And they moved them soon asunder.<br>They shovell'd away the hard-prest clay<br>And came to the coffin under.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They burst the patent coffin first<br>And they cut thro' the lead,<br>And they laugh'd aloud when they saw the shroud<br>Because they had got at the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they allowed the Sexton the shroud<br>And they put the coffin back,<br>And nose and knees they then did squeeze<br>The Surgeon in a sack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The watchmen as they past along<br>Full four yards off could smell,<br>And a curse bestowed upon the load<br>So disagreeable.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they carried the sack a-pick-a-back<br>And they carv'd him bone from bone,<br>But what became of the Surgeon's soul<br>Was never to mortal known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southey">Robert Southey</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508109" data-title="The Surgeon's Warning de Robert Southey" data-description="The Doctor whispered to the Nurse
And the Surgeon knew what he said,
And he grew pale at the Doctor's tale
And trembled in his sick bed.

Now fetch me my brethren and fetch them with speed
The Surgeon affrighted said,
The Parson and the Undertaker..."></div>
</div>
</div>