Jane Austen (Джейн Остин)

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’I’ve a pain in my head’ 
Said the suffering Beckford; 
To her Doctor so dread. 
’Oh! what shall I take for’t?’

Said this Doctor so dread 
Whose name it was Newnham. 
’For this pain in your head 
Ah! What can you do Ma’am?’

Said Miss Beckford, ’Suppose 
If you think there’s no risk, 
I take a good Dose 
Of calomel brisk.’--

’What a praise worthy Notion.’ 
Replied Mr. Newnham. 
’You shall have such a potion 
And so will I too Ma’am.’

1. See They Come, Post Haste from Thanet
2. When Stretch’d on One’s Bed
3. Of a Ministry Pitiful, Angry, Mean
4. Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend
5. Miss Lloyd Has Now Went to Miss Green

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