An Elegy on the Glory of Her Sex, Mrs. Mary Blaize by Oliver Goldsmith
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[Illustration (drawing, pic18trans.gif)] [Illustration (drawing, pic19trans.gif)] Her love was sought, I do aver, By twenty beaux and more; The King himself has follow'd her-- [Illustration (painting, pic20.jpg)] [Illustration (drawing, pic21trans.gif)] _When she has walk'd before._ [Illustration (drawing, pic22trans.gif)] But now, her wealth and finery fled, Her hangers-on cut short-all: |
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