"I do not love thee, Dr. Fell,
The reason why I cannot tell;
But this I know, and know full well,
I do not love thee, Dr. Fell."
He came to London, where he made a precarious livelihood by writing poems of a satirical nature, pamphlets, letters, etc., witty, it is true, but coarse and scurrilous. He led a licentious life, Which terminated in 1704, and he was interred in the cloisters of Westminster Abbey, near his friend, Mrs. Aphra Behn.