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MG-A(G.759.025
26 Apr 1759:11,12 (729)
. . . [6 lines introduction]
THE LADY'S SCULL.
Blush not, ye fair! to own me--but be wise;
Nor turn from sad mortality your eyes:
Fame says (and fame alone can tell how true)
I--once--was lovely, and belov'd--like you.
. . . [22 more lines]
THE GENTLEMAN'S SCULL.
Why start? --the case is yours--or will be soon;
Some years, perhaps--perhaps another moon:
Life, at its utmost length, is still a breath,
And those, who longest dream, must wake in death.
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