Epitaph — On Mrs. Mary Draper (Reader, if thou cast thine Eye)

Reader, if thou cast thine Eye
On this weeping Stone below:
Know, that under it doth lye
One, that never Man did know.

Yet of all Men full well known
By those beauties of her Breast:
For, of all she wanted none,
When Death call'd her to her rest.

Then, the Ladies, if they would
Dye like her, kind Reader tell,
They must strive to be as good
Alive, or 'tis impossible.