An Epitaph on Mistris Anne Port

Here lyes a creature to be most admir'd,
So good, and yet a woman: who aspir'd
To summe all vertues up before her yeares,
And scale by such ascents the heavenly Spheares
Whereon she sits, comparing with the Sunne
The Diadem of glory she hath wonne,
And joying to out-shine him, makes the frame
Of Heaven resound her mirth, as Earth her fame,
Whilst we halfe wrack't with losses of this sort,
Like Sea-men sigh, that want their wished Port.