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| GOOD people all, with one accord, | |
| Lament for Madam Blaize, | |
| Who never wanted a good word— | |
| From those who spoke her praise. | |
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| The needy seldom pass’d her door, | 5 |
| And always found her kind; | |
| She freely lent to all the poor— | |
| Who left a pledge behind. | |
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| She strove the neighbourhood to please, | |
| With manners wondrous winning; | 10 |
| And never follow’d wicked ways, | |
| Unless when she was sinning. | |
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| At church, in silks and satins new, | |
| With hoop of monstrous size, | |
| She never slumber’d in her pew— | 15 |
| But when she shut her eyes. | |
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| Her love was sought, I do aver, | |
| By twenty beaux and more; | |
| The king himself has follow’d her— | |
| When she has walk’d before. | 20 |
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| But now, her wealth and finery fled, | |
| Her hangers-on cut short all; | |
| The doctors found, when she was dead— | |
| Her last disorder mortal. | |
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| Let us lament in sorrow sore, | 25 |
| For Kent Street well may say, | |
| That, had she lived a twelvemonth more,— | |
| She had not died to-day. | |
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