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An Epigram on Job, travested by the City Bard.

By Col. Codrington.
Poor Job lost all the Comforts of his Life,
And hardly sav'd a Potsherd, and a Wife:
Yet Job blest God, and Job again was blest,
His Virtue was essay'd, and bore the Test.
But had Heav'ns Wrath pour'd out its fiercest Vial,
Had he been then burlesqu'd, without Denial,
The patient Man had yielded to that Tryal.
His pious Spouse, with Bl---re on her Side,
Must have prevail'd, and Job had curs'd, and dy'd.