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

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