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Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
And vowed he would serve them the same the next day;
Lumpety, lumpety lump!
 

AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX
MRS. MARY BLAIZE BY
DR. OLIVER GOLDSMITH

 
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 neighbourhood 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: