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Mira's Will

Rating: 2.8

IMPRIMIS -- My departed Shade I trust
To Heav'n -- My Body to the silent Dust;
My Name to publick Censure I submit,
To be dispos'd of as the World thinks fit;
My Vice and Folly let Oblivion close,
The World already is o'erstock'd with those;
My Wit I give, as Misers give their Store,
To those who think they had enough before.
Bestow my Patience to compose the Lives
Of slighted Virgins and neglected Wives;

To modish Lovers I resign my Truth,
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Keira Charles 05 November 2015

I first found this poem in a treasury of British poetry, and I had no idea who Mary Leapor was but I immediately liked her. I love her wit and the way she seems unafraid of death.

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