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1728–1774

EPITAPH ON EDWARD PURDON

Oliver Goldsmith

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 do n't think he'll wish to come back.

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