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“An Elegy On The Glory Of Her Sex, Mrs. Mary Blaize”
By Oliver Goldsmith “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 passed 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 followed wicked ways, — Unless when she was sinning. At church, in silks and satins new, With hoop of monstrous size, She never slumbered 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 followed her, — When she has walked 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 lived a twelvemonth more, — She had not died today.”
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