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SCG-C.732.017
4-11 Mar 1732:32 (10)
[Verse written in the window of Miss Braddock at Bath, self-
murderer]
Oh death! thou pleasing end to human woe:
Thou cure for life! thou greatest good below!
Still may'st thou fly the coward and the slave,
And thy soft slumbers only bless the brave.
On reading of which a gentleman burst out
O dice! ye false diverters of our woe!
Ye waste of life! ye greatest curse below!
May ne'er good sense again become your slave,
Nor your false charms allure and cheat the brave.
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