Death & Dying
An Epitaph on Mris. Hope Alford
From Two Bookes of Epigrammes, and Epitaphs (1639), Book I
Death & Dying
Keep off, prophaner feete; here sleeping lyes
A sacred Nimph, that vertue did adore,
And treasur'd all the blessings of the skies:
Whose well-fraught vessell, hasting to the shore,
Strucke deepe into these Sands: but with a tyde
Of glory shall be rais'd, and stellifi'd.
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