The Description Of Bath A Poem. Humbly Inscribed To Her Royal Highness the Princess Amelia. By Mrs. Mary Chandler. The Third Edition. To which are added, Several Poems by the same Author |
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My Own EPITAPH.
Here lies a true Maid, deformed and old;Who, that she never was handsome, ne'er needed be told.
Tho' she ne'er had a Lover, much Friendship had met;
And thought all Mankind quite out of her Debt.
She ne'er could forgive, for she ne'er had resented;
As she ne'er had deny'd, so she never repented.
She lov'd the whole Species, but some had distinguish'd;
But Time and much Thought had all Passion extinguish'd.
Tho' not fond of her Station, content with her Lot;
A Favour receiv'd she had never forgot.
She rejoic'd in the Good that her Neighbour possess'd,
And Piety, Purity, Truth she profess'd.
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Her Book and her Pen had her Moments of Leisure.
Pleas'd with Life, fond of Health, yet fearless of Death;
Believing she lost not her Soul with her Breath.
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