Poem by Oliver Goldsmith

Epitaph on Edward Purdon

HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed,
Who long was a bookseller's hack;
He led such a damnable life in this world, --
I don't think he'll wish to come back. 

1. Italy
2. On Seeing a Lady Perform a Certain Character
3. From the Latin of Vida
4. Answer to an Invitation to Pass the Christmas at Barton
5. The Traveller

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