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EPITAPH FROM THE FRENCH OF PIRON.
Here lies Sir Anthony—lead, cased in lead,Who wrote a book, no mortal ever read;
His death, he boasted he should long survive—
Alas! the poor man died—while yet alive!
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Who wrote a book, no mortal ever read;
His death, he boasted he should long survive—
Alas! the poor man died—while yet alive!