My Own EPITAPH. Mary Chandler Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T63103 Chandler, Mary, 1687-1745. The Description Of Bath. A Poem. Humbly Inscribed To Her Royal Highness the Princess Amelia. By Mrs. Mary Chandler. The Third Edition. To which are added, Several Poems by the same Author [poems only]. London Printed for James Leake, Bookseller in Bath 1736 pp. 40-41. 77p.

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My Own EPITAPH . Here lies a true Maid , deformed and old ; Who , that she never was handsome , ne'er needed be told . Tho' she ne'er had a Lover , much Friendship had met ; And thought all Mankind quite out of her Debt . She ne'er could forgive , for she ne'er had resented ; As she ne'er had deny'd , so she never repented . She lov'd the whole Species , but some had distinguish'd ; But Time and much Thought had all Passion extinguish'd . Tho' not fond of her Station , content with her Lot ; A Favour receiv'd she had never forgot . She rejoic'd in the Good that her Neighbour possess'd , And Piety , Purity , Truth she profess'd . She liv'd in much Peace , but ne'er courted Pleasure ; Her Book and her Pen had her Moments of Leisure . Pleas'd with Life , fond of Health , yet fearless of Death ; Believing she lost not her Soul with her Breath .