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Epitaph All beauty to pourtray,
Therein his duty lay,
And still through toilsome strife Duty to him was life—Most thankful still that duty Lay in the paths of beauty
To the memory of William Blake, a Painter and

Mr
Blake was a regular out-and-out hardened sinner,
Who was quite out of the pale of Christianity, so to speak,
He was in the habit of smoking a long pipe and drinking a glass of grog on a Sunday after dinner,