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. Song, from the Comedy of “She Stoops to Conquer”
2. Italy
3. An Author's Bedchamber
4. On the Death of the Right Hounourable
5. From the Latin of Vida

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