There was a man bespake a thing, Which when the owner home did bring, He that made it did refuse it: And he that brought it would not use it, And he that hath it doth not know Whether he hath it yea or no. Sir John DaviesRiddle upon a Coffin.
Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazond round, And with the nodding plume of ostrich crownd? No; the dead know it not, nor profit gain; It only serves to prove the living vain. GayTrivia. Bk. III. L. 231.
Theres a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round trot; To the churchyard a pauper is going I wot; The road it is rough, and the hearse has no springs, And hark to the dirge that the sad driver sings Rattle his bones over the stones, Hes only a pauper whom nobody owns. Thomas NoelThe Paupers Drive.