ON THE

MONUMENT

OF A

FAIR MAIDEN LADY,

WHO DYED AT BATH, AND IS THERE INTERRED *.

BELOW this marble monument is laid

All that heaven wants of this celeftial maid.
Preferve, O facred tomb, thy truft confign'd
The mold was made on purpose for the mind:
And she would lose, if, at the latter day,
One atom could be mix'd of other clay.

Such were the features of her heavenly face,

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Her limbs were form'd with fuch harmonious

grace:

*This Lady is interred in the Abbey-church. The epitaph is on a white marble ftone fixed in the wall, together with this infcription: "Here lies the body of Mary, third daughter of "Richard Frampton of Moreton in Dorfetfhire, Efq; and of "Jane his wife, fole daughter of Sir Francis Coffington of Fount"hill in Wilts, who was born January 1, 1676, and died after "feven weeks illness on the 6th of Septmber, 1698.

"This monument was erected by Catharine Frampton, her fe"cond fifter and executrix, in teftimony of her grief, affection, "and gratitude." DERRICK.

So faultless was the frame, as if the whole
Had been an emanation of the foul;

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Which her own inward fymmetry reveal'd;
And like a picture fhone, in glass anneal’d.
Or like the fun eclips'd, with shaded light:
Too piercing, elfe, to be sustain'd by fight.
Each thought was visible that roll'd within: 15
As through a crystal cafe the figur'd hours are
feen.

And heaven did this tranfparent veil provide,
Because she had no guilty thought to hide.
All white, a virgin-faint, fhe fought the skies:
For marriage, though it fullies not, it dyes. 20
High though her wit, yet humble was her
mind;

As if she could not, or fhe would not find
How much her worth tranfcended all her

kind.

Yet fhe had learn'd fo much of heaven below, That when arriv'd, fhe fcarce had more to

know:

But only to refresh the former hint;

And read her Maker in a fairer print.
So pious, as fhe had no time to fpare

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For human thoughts, but was confin'd to

prayer.

Yet in fuch charities fhe pass'd the day,

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"Twas wond'rous how the found an hour to pray.

A foul fo calm, it knew not ebbs or flows,
Which paffion could but curl, not difcompofe.
A female foftness, with a manly mind:
A daughter duteous, and a fifter kind:
In fickness patient, and in death refign'd.

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EPITAPH

ON

MRS. MARGARET PASTON,

OF

BURNINGHAM IN NORFOLK.

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SO fair, so young, so innocent, so sweet,
So ripe a judgment, and so rare a wit,
Require at least an age in one to meet.
In her they met; but long they could not stay,
"Twas gold too fine to mix without allay.
Heaven's image was in her fo well expreft,
Her very fight upbraided all the rest;
Too justly ravish'd from an age like this,
Now fhe is gone, the world is of a piece.

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ON THE

MONUMENT

OF THE

MARQUIS OF WINCHESTER.

HE who in impious times undaunted stood, And midst rebellion durft be just and good: Whofe arms afferted, and whofe fufferings more Confirm'd the caufe for which he fought before, Refts here, rewarded by an heavenly prince; 5 For what his earthly could not recompence. Pray, reader, that fuch times no more appear: Or, if they happen, learn true honour here.

Ver. 1. He who in impious] He was a nobleman of great fpirit and intrepidity, who withstood in his magnificent castle of Bafing in Hampshire, an obftinate fiege of two years against the rebels, who levelled it to the ground, because in every window was written Aymer Loyauté. He died in 1674, and was buried in the church of Englefield in Berkshire, where his monument with this epitaph ftill remains. It is remarkable that Milton wrote a beautiful epitaph on the Marchionefs his lady. It was the fingular lot, both of hufband and wife, to have received the honour of being celebrated by two fuch poets.

Dr. J. WARTON.