The Works of Henry Fielding/Another. On A Wicked Fellow, Who Was A Great Blunderer.

INTERR'D by blunder in this sacred place, Lies William's wicked heart, and smiling face. Full forty years on earth he blunder'd on, And now the L&mdash;d knows whither he is gone. But if to heav'n he stole, let no man wonder, For if to hell he'd gone, he'd made no blunder.