A young Lady, who hang’d herself, left the following Lines upon the Table.
O Death! thou pleasing End of human Woe!
Thou Cure of Life, thou best of Things below!
May’st thou for ever shun the Coward Slave,
And thy soft Slumbers only ease the Brave!
At the Bull-Inn, at Ware.
On Miss J——s.
My Good or Ill in her alone is found,
And in that Thought all other Cares are drown’d.
R. G——ll.