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THE wretch condemn'd with life to part,

Still, ftill on hope relies ;

And ev'ry pang that rends the heart,

Bids expectation rife.

Hope, like the glimm'ring taper's light,

Adorns and cheers the way;
And ftill, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.

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O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,

And turning all the past to pain;

Thou, like the world, the oppreft oppreffing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe;
And he who wants each other bleffing,
In thee must ever find a foe.

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CLOWN'S REPLY.

JOHN TROTT was defir'd by two witty peers, To tell him the reason why affes had ears;

"An't please you," quoth John, "I'm not given to "letters,

"Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters, "Howe'er from this time I fhall ne'er fee your graces, "As I hope to be fav'd! without thinking on affes."

*Edinburgh, 1753.

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EPITAPH

EPITAPH

ON

EDWARD PURDON.*

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 wafted his patrimony, he enlifted as a foot foldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a fcribbler in the newspapers. He tranflated Voltaire's

HENRIADE.

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GOOD people all, with one accord,

Lament for madam Blaize,

Who never wanted a good word-
From those who spoke her praise.

She ftrove the neighbourhood to please,

With manners wond'rous winning;

And never follow'd wicked ways,
Unless when she was finning,

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