Classic Poem

True to himself and Others, with whom both
Did bind alike a Promise and an Oath:
Free without Art, or Project; giving still
With no more Snare, or hope, than in his Will:
Whose mast'ring even Mind so ballanc'd all
His Thoughts, that they could neither rise nor fall:
Whose train'd desires ne'r tempted Simple Health,
Taught not to vex but manage compos'd Wealth;
A season'd friend not tainted with Design,
Who made these words grow useless Mine and Thine ;
An equall Master, whose sincere Intents
Ne'r chang'd good Servants to bad Instruments:
A Constant Husband not divorc'd by Fate,
Loving, and Lov'd, happy in either State,
To whom the gratefull wife hath sadly drest
One Monument here, Another in her Brest;
Poultney in both doth lye, who hitherto
To Others liv'd, to himself only Now.