John Dryden (Джон Драйден)

On Mrs. Margaret Paston, of Barningham, in Norfolk

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,
’T was Gold too fine to fix without Allay.
Heav’n’s Image was in her so well exprest,
Her very sight upbraided all the rest;
Too justly ravish’d from an Age like this,
Now she is gone, the World is of a Piece.

1. Epitaph on a Nephew in Catworth Church, Huntingdonshire
2. A Song (High State and Honours to others impart)
3. On the Monument of the Marquis of Winchester
4. Epitaph On Sir Palmes Fairborne's Tomb In Westminster Abbey
5. Upon the Death of Lord Hastings

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