Classic Poem

Loe here the precious dust is laid,
Whose purely tempered Clay was made
So fine, that it the guest betraid.

Else the Soul grew so fast within,
It broke the outward shell of sin,
And so was hatch'd a Cherubin.

In height it soar'd to God above;
In depth, it did to knowledge move,
And spread in breadth to general love.

Before a pious Duty shin'd
To Parents, courtesie behind,
On either side an equal mind.

Good to the poor, to kindred dear,
To servants kind, to friendship clear,
To nothing but her self severe.

So though a Virgin, yet a Bride
To every Grace she justify'd
A chaste Polygamy, and dy'd.

Learn from hence (Reader) what small trust
We owe this world, where vertue must
Frail as our flesh crumble to dust.