On The Death Of The Wife Of A Respectable Bookseller, Of Sunderland Poem by William Ettrick

On The Death Of The Wife Of A Respectable Bookseller, Of Sunderland



From fate there's no defence,
Death call'd her hence-
In youth's full pride;
Could virtue save
From an untimely grave,
She had not died.

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