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 T H E F O L L O W I N G

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Was written on her T O M B

NEWGATE thy dwelling was, Thy beauty made the A Goddeſs ſeem; And that alone betray'd thee.

Twelve years a whore, A wife unto thy brother: And ſuch a thief, There ſcarce could be another!

Unwearied trav’ller, Whether doſt thou roam? Lo! in this place remote To find a tomb!

Tranſported hence, To heav'n, 'tis hop'd, thou'rt ſent, Who wicked liv'd,   But dy'd a penitent.

F I N I S.