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First Line: And here the precious dust is laid
Last Line: Fraile as our flesh, crumble to dust.
Variant Title(s): The Inscription On The Tomb;epitaph For Maria Wentworth;the Inscription On The Tomb Of The Lady Mary Wentworth
Subject(s): Bedfordshire, England; Mourning; Wentworth, Maria (D. 1632); Bereavement


And here the precious dust is laid;
Whose purely temper'd Clay was made
So fine, that it the guest betray'd.
Else the soule grew so fast within,
It broke the outward shell of sinne,
And so was hatch'd a Cherubin.
In heigth, it soar'd to God above;
In depth, it did to knowledge move,
And spread in breadth to generall love.
Before, a pious duty shind
To Parents, courtesie behind,
On either side an equall mind,
Good to the Poore, to kindred deare,
To servants kind, to friendship cleare,
To nothing but her selfe, severe.
So though a Virgin, yet a Bride
To every Grace, she justifi'd
A chaste Poligamie, and dy'd.
Learne from hence (Reader) what small trust
We owe this world, where vertue must
Fraile as our flesh, crumble to dust.





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