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BG.756.009
26 Apr 1756:23 (56)
London. January 1. Last week a young lady in Golden Square
was found hanging in her garters at the foot of her bed: It
is conjectured, from the word lovers which was wrote in
capitals, in the lines following that she held in her hand,
that she was a prey to that powerful passion; tho' perhaps
the first that ever was so.
To die is landing on a friendly shore,
Where billows never shake, nor tempests roar;
E'er well we fel the friendly stroke, 'tis o'er:
'Tis what the guilty fear, the pious crave,
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