Citation - Boston Evening Post (Fleet): 1758.07.31

BEP(F.758.035
31 Jul 1758:11,12 (1196)
From a late Writer.
OF DEATH.  [an essay ending with a poem]
'Tis to the vulgar, death too harsh appears,
The ills we feel, is only in our fears.
To die, is landing on some silent shore,
Where billows never break, nor tempests roar,
. . . [7 lines]