YE maggots, feed on Nicol’s brain,
For few sic feasts you’ve gotten;
And fix your claws in Nicol’s heart,
For deil a bit o’t’s rotten.
Classic poem
166. Epitaph for William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh
Public domain/Source
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