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EPITAPH

ON

EDWARD PURDON.*

Here lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery, freed,

Who long was a bookseller's hack;
He led such a damnable life in this world,

I don't think he'll wish to come back.

* This gentleman was educated at Trinity College, Dublin; but having wasted his patrimony, he inlisted as a foot soldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a scribbler in the Newspapers. He translated Voltaire's HENRIADE.

AN

ELEGY

ON

THE GLORY OF HER SEX,

Mrs MARY BLAIZE.

Good people all, with one accord,

Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word,

From those who spoke her praise.

The needy seldom pass'd her door,

And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor,

Who left a pledge behind.

She strove the neighbourhood to please

With manners wondrous winning; And never follow'd wicked ways,

Unless when she was sinning.

At church, in silks and satins new,

With hoop of monstrous size; She never slumber'd in her pew,

But when she shut her eyes.

Her love was sought, I do aver,

By twenty beaux and more;
The king himself has follow'd her,-
When she has walk'd before.

But now her wealth and finery fled,

Her hangers-on cut short all; The doctors found, when she was dead,

Her last disorder mortal.

Let us lament, in sorrow sore,

For Kent-street well may say, That had she liv'd a twelvemonth more,

She had not died to-day.

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RETALIATION;

A

POEM.

FIRST PRINTED IN MDCCLXXIV,

AFTER THE AUTHOR'S DEATH.

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