EPITAPH

O N

EDWARD

PURDO N.

HERE lies poor NED PURDON, from mifery

freed,

Who long was a bookseller's hack;

He led fuch 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 enlisted as a foot foldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a fcribbler in the newfpapers. He translated Voltaire's HENRIADE.

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4

GLORY O F HER SEX,

MRS. MARY BLAIZ E.

GOOD people all, with one accord,

Lament for madam Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word-
From those who spoke her praise.

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The needy feldom pafs'd her door,
And always found her kind;
She freely lent to all the poor,-
Who left a pledge behind.

She ftrove the neighbourhood to please,
With manners wond'rous winning;
And never follow'd wicked ways,
Unless when she was finning.

At

At church, in filks and fatins new,
With hoop of monftrous fize;
She never flumber'd in her pew,—
But when the fhut her eyes.

Her love was fought, I do aver,

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

But now her wealth and finery fied,
Her hangers-on cut short all;
The doctors found, when fhe was dead,-
Her laft diforder mortal.

Let us lament, in forrow fore,

For Kent-ftreet well may fay,
That had the lived a twelvemonth more,-
She had not dy'd to-day.

RETA

RETALIA. TI O. N:

PO O E E M.

FIRST PRINTED IN M DCCLXXIV.

AFTER THE AUTHOR'S DEATH.

Dr. Goldsmith and fome of his friends occafionally dined at the St. James's Coffee-house-One day it was propofed to write epitaphs on him. His country, dialect, and perfon, furnished fubjects of witicifm. He was called on for RETALIATION, and at their next meeting, produced the following poem.