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Oh the Glory of Her Sex, Mrs. Mary Blaize By Oliver Goldsmith

ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE 

Good people all, with one accord, 
    Lament for Madam Blaize, 
Who never wanted a good word-- 
    From those who spoke her praise. 

The needy seldom pass'd her door, 
    And always found her kind; 
She freely lent to all the poor-- 
    Who left a pledge behind. 

She strove the neighborhood to please 
    With manners wondrous winning; 
And never follow'd wicked ways-- 
    Unless when she was sinning. 

At church, in silks and satins new, 
    With hoop of monstrous size, 
She never slumber'd in her pew-- 
    But when she shut her eyes. 

Her love was sought, I do aver, 
    By twenty beaux and more; 
The King himself has follow'd her-- 
    When she has walk'd before. 

But now, her wealth and finery fled, 
    Her hangers-on cut short all; 
The doctors found, when she was dead-- 
    Her last disorder mortal. 

Let us lament, in sorrow sore, 
    For Kent Street well may say, 
That had she lived a twelvemonth more 
    She had not died to-day. 

                                    Oliver Goldsmith.