An Elegy on the Glory of Her Sex

Good people all,
with one accord,
Lament for
Madam Blaize,
Who never wanted
a good word--

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From those

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who spoke her praise.

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The needy seldom pass'd her door,
And always found her kind;
She freely lent to all the poor--

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Who left