Epitaph on the Lady S. Wife to Sir W. S.

THe harmonie of colours, features, grace,
Resulting Ayres (the magique of a face)
Of musicall sweet tunes, all which combind
To this darke Vault. She was a Cabinet
Where all the choysest stones of price were set;
Whose native colours, and purest lustre, lent
Her eye, cheeke, lip, a dazling ornament,
Whose rare and hidden vertues, did expresse
Her inward beauties, and minds fairer dresse;
The constant Diamond, the wise Chrysolite,
The devout Saphyre, Emrauld apt to write
Records of Memorie, cherefull Agar, grave
And serious Onix, Topaze that doth save
The braines calme temper, wittie Amathist.
This precious Quartie, or what else the list
On Aarons Ephod planted, had, she wore▪
One onely Pearle was wanting to her store;
Which in her Saviours booke she found exprest▪
To purchase that, she sold Death all the rest.