Ben Jonson

On My First Daughter

Here lies, to each her parentsí ruth,
Mary, the daughter of their youth;
Yet all heavenís gifts being heavenís due,
It makes the father less to rue.
At six monthsí end she parted hence
With safety of her innocence;
Whose soul heavenís queen, whose name she bears,
In comfort of her motherís tears,
Hath placed amongst her virgin-train:
Where, while that severed doth remain,
This grave partakes the fleshly birth;
Which cover lightly, gentle earth!

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