Thomas Logge by Theodore Chanler Lyrics

Here lies Thomas Logge–a rascally dogge
A poor useless creature–by choice as by nature;
Who never served God–for kindness or Rod;
Who, for pleasure or penny, — never did any
Work in his life–but to marry a Wife
And live aye in strife:
And all this he says–at the end of his days
Lest some fine canting pen
Should be at him again