From Gauden's Funerals Made Cordials

Possest of all that Nature could bestow,
All we can wish to be, or reach to know;
Equal to all the patterns which our mind
Can frame of good, beyond the good we find;
All beauties which have power to bless the sight,
Mixt with transparent vertues greater light;
At once producing love and reverence,
The admiration of the soul and sense:
The most discerning thoughts, the calmest breast,
Most apt to pardon, needing pardon least;
The largest mind, and which did most extend
To all the Lawes of Daughter, Wife , and Friend;
The most allow'd example, by what line
To live, what path to follow, what decline;
Who best all distant vertues reconcil'd;
Strict, cheerful, humble, great, severe, and mild;
Constantly pious to Her latest breath;
Not more a Pattern in Her life then death;
The Lady Rich lies here: More frequent Tears
Have never honour'd any Tomb then Hers.
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