EPITAPH EDWARD O N PURDO N. * HERE ERE lies poor NED PURDON, from mifery freed, Who long was a bookfeller's hack; He led fuch a damnable life in this world,- * This gentleman was educated at Trinity College, Dublin; but having wasted his patrimony, he enlisted as a foot foldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his difcharge, and became a fcribbler in the newfpapers. He tranflated Voltaire's HENRIADE. ELE GOOD people all, with one accord, Lament for madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word- The needy feldom pafs'd her door, She ftrove the neighbourhood to pleafe, With manners wond'rous winning; And never follow'd wicked ways, Unless when he was finning. At At church, in filks and fatins new, With hoop of monstrous fize; She never flumber'd in her pew,But when she shut her eyes. Her love was fought, I do aver, But now her wealth and finery fled, Let us lament, in forrow fore, For Kent-ftreet well may fay, RETA |