An Elegy On The Glory Of Her Sex, Mrs. Mary Blaize
de Oliver Goldsmith(2008)
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“An Elegy On The Glory Of Her Sex, Mrs. Mary Blaize”
By Oliver Goldsmith
“Good people all, with one accord
Lament for Madam Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word,—
From those who spoke her praise.
The needy seldom passed her door,
And always found her kind;
She freely lent to all the poor, —
Who left a pledge behind.
She strove the neighbourhood to please
With manners wondrous winning;
And never followed wicked ways, —
Unless when she was sinning.
At church, in silks and satins new,
With hoop of monstrous size,
She never slumbered in her pew, —
But when she shut her eyes.
Her love was sought, I do aver,
By twenty beaux and more;
The king himself has followed her, —
When she has walked before.
But now her wealth and finery fled,
Her hangers-on cut short all;
The doctors found, when she was dead, —
Her last disorder mortal.
Let us lament in sorrow sore,
For Kent Street well may say
That had she lived a twelvemonth more, —
She had not died today.”