John Dryden (Äæîí Äðàéäåí)

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. On the Monument of the Marquis of Winchester
2. To John Hoddesdon, on his Divine Epigrams
3. To the Lady Castlemaine, upon Her incouraging his first Play
4. Upon Young Mr. Rogers, of Gloucestershire
5. Epitaph on a Nephew in Catworth Church, Huntingdonshire

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