Citation - Connecticut Courant: 1772.12.08

CC-H.772.077
8 Dec 1772:41 (415)
From the London Chronicle. 
THE EPITAPH.
For me, deceas'd, weep not my dear;
I am not dead, but sleepeth here. 
Your time will come; prepare to die;
Wait but a while, you'll follow I.
THE ANSWER.
I am not griev'd, my dearest life,
Sleep on.  I've got another wife;
And therefore cannot come to thee:
For I must go to bed to she.