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Benjamin Franklin

Good Death, said a Woman, for once be so kind
To take me, and leave my dear Husband behind;
But when Death appear’d with a sour Grimace,
The Woman was dash’d at his thin hatchet Face;
So she made him a Court’sy, and modestly sed,
If you come for my Husband, he lies there in Bed.

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