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. To John Hoddesdon, on his Divine Epigrams
2. Upon Young Mr. Rogers, of Gloucestershire
3. The Tears of Amynta for the Death of Damon
4. Epitaph on a Nephew in Catworth Church, Huntingdonshire
5. On the Monument of the Marquis of Winchester

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