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90. An Epitaph on my dear Cousin German Mrs. Olive Cotton.
Passenger stay, and notice take of herWhom this Sepulchral marble doth inter:
For Sir John Stanhope's Daughter, and his Heir
By his first wife, a Be[illeg.]for'd lies here.
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Every where for his worthes belov'd, and known.
One onely Son she left; whom we presage
A grace t'his family, and to our age.
She was too good to live, and young to die,
Yet stay'd not to dispute with destinie;
But (soon as she receiv'd the summons given)
Sent her fair Soul to wait on God in Heaven.
Here, what was mortal of her turns to dust,
To rise a Glorious Body with the just.
Now thou may'st go: But take along with thee
(To guide thy Life and Death) her Memory.
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