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Maria Wentworth. Thomæ
Comitis Cleveland, filia præmortuæ prima Virginiam animam exhaluit. An. Dom. Æt.suæ.
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Maria Wentworth. Thomæ Comitis Cleveland, filia præmortuæ prima Virginiam animam exhaluit. An. Dom. Æt.suæ.
And here the precious dust is layd;
Whose purely-tempered Clay was made
So fine, that it the guest betray'd.
Whose purely-tempered Clay was made
So fine, that it the guest betray'd.
Else the soule grew so fast within,
It broke the outward shell of sinne.
And so was hatch'd a Cherubin.
It broke the outward shell of sinne.
And so was hatch'd a Cherubin.
In heigth, it soar'd to God above;
In depth, it did to knowledge move,
And spread in breadth to generall love.
In depth, it did to knowledge move,
And spread in breadth to generall love.
Before, a pious duty shind
To Parents, courtesie behind,
On either side an equall mind,
To Parents, courtesie behind,
On either side an equall mind,
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Good to the Poore, to kindred deare,
To servants kind, to friendship cleare,
To nothing but her selfe, severe.
To servants kind, to friendship cleare,
To nothing but her selfe, severe.
So though a Virgin, yet a Bride
To every Grace, she justifi'd
A chaste Poligamie, and dy'd.
To every Grace, she justifi'd
A chaste Poligamie, and dy'd.
Learne from hence (Reader) what small trust
We owe this world, where vertue must
Praile as our flesh, crumble to dust.
We owe this world, where vertue must
Praile as our flesh, crumble to dust.
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