Tarquin of Cheapside by F. Scott Fitzgerald

"_He read at wine, he read in bed, He read aloud, had he the breath, His every thought was with the dead, And so he read himself to death._"

Any visitor to the old James the First graveyard near Peat's Hill may spell out this bit of doggerel, undoubtedly one of the worst recorded of an Elizabethan, on the tomb of Wessel Caster.