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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 opprefling,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe? And he who wants each other blefling,
In thee must ever find a foe.
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OHN TROTT was desired by two witty peers, To tell him the reason why asses had ears ? . “ An't please you," quoth John, “ I'm not given
“ to letters, " Nor dare l pretend to know more than my
betters, Họwe'er from this time I shall ne'er see your graces, “ As I hope to be sav'd! without thinking on affes.*
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EDWARD PUR DO N.**
Here lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery
• This gentleman was educated at Trinity College, Dublin ; but having wasted his patrimony, he enlisted as a foot soldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a scribbler in the news, papers. He translated Voltaire's HENRIADE.
Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word.
From those who spoke her praise.
The needy feldom 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 wond'rous winning ; Apd never follow'd wicked ways,
Unless when she was finning.
At At church, in silks and fatins new,
With hoop of monstrous size; She never Number'd in her pew,
But when she shut her eyes.
Her love was fought, I do aver,
By twenty beaux and more ;
When she has walk'd before.
But now her wealth and finery Aed,
Her hangers-on cut short all;
Her last disorder mortal.
Let us lament, in forrow fore,
For Kent-street well may fay,
She had not dy'd to-day.
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