An Epitaph

Enough; and leave the rest to Fame!

'Tis to commend her, but to name.

Courtship which, living, she declined,

When dead, to offer were unkind:

Nor can the truest wit, or friend,

Without detracting, her commend.

To say—she lived a virgin chaste

In this age loose and all unlaced;

Nor was, when vice is so allowed,

Of virtue or ashamed or proud;

That her soul was on Heaven so bent,

No minute but it came and went;

That, ready her last debt to pay,

She summ'd her life up every day;