And here the precious dust is laid;
Whose purely-temper’d clay was made
So fine that it the guest betray’d.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, courtesy behind;
On either side an equal mind.Good to the poor, to kindred dear,
To servants kind, to friendship clear,
To nothing but herself severe.So, though a ******, yet a bride
To ev’ry grace, she justified
A chaste polygamy, and died.Learn from hence, reader, what small trust
We owe this world, where virtue must,
Frail as our flesh, crumble to dust.
Whose purely-temper’d clay was made
So fine that it the guest betray’d.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, courtesy behind;
On either side an equal mind.Good to the poor, to kindred dear,
To servants kind, to friendship clear,
To nothing but herself severe.So, though a ******, yet a bride
To ev’ry grace, she justified
A chaste polygamy, and died.Learn from hence, reader, what small trust
We owe this world, where virtue must,
Frail as our flesh, crumble to dust.
