THREE EPITAPHS On
John Hewet
and
Sarah Drew
.
I.
[When Eastern lovers feed the fun'ral fire]
When Eastern lovers feed the fun'ral fire,
On the same pile the faithful fair expire;
Here pitying heav'n that virtue mutual found,
And blasted both, that it might neither wound.
Hearts so sincere th'Almighty saw well pleas'd,
Sent his own lightning, and the Victims seiz'd.
II. EPITAPH On
John Hewet
and
Sarah Drew
.
In the Churchyard at Stanton Harcourt.
NEAR THIS PLACE LIE THE BODIES OF JOHN HEWET and SARAH DREW
AN INDUSTRIOUS YOUNG MAN, AND VIRTUOUS MAIDEN OF THIS PARISH;
CONTRACTED IN MARRIAGE WHO BEING WITH MANY OTHERS AT HARVEST
WORK, WERE BOTH IN AN INSTANT KILLED BY LIGHTNING ON THE LAST DAY OF JULY 1718.
Think not by rigorous judgment seiz'd,
A pair so faithful could expire;
Victims so pure Heav'n saw well pleas'd
And snatch'd them in Cœlestial fire.
Live well and fear no sudden fate;
When God calls Virtue to the grave,
Alike tis Justice, soon or late,
Mercy alike to kill or save.
Virtue unmov'd can hear the Call,
And face the Flash that melts the Ball.
III. EPITAPH On the Stanton-Harcourt Lovers.
Here lye two poor Lovers, who had the mishap
Tho very chaste people, to die of a Clap.
