Rose

THough Marble Porphyry, and mourning Touch—
May praise these spoiles, yet can they not too much▪
For Beauty last, and this Stone doth close,
Once Earths Delight, Heavens care, a purest Rose.
And (Reader) shouldst thou but let fall a Teare
Upon it, other flow'rs shall here appeare,
Sad Violets and Hyacinths which grow
With markes of griefe: a publike losse to show.

Relenting Eye, which d…ignest to this Stone
To lend a look, behold, here he laid one.
The Living and the Dead interr'd, for Dead
The Turtle in its Mate is; and she fled
From Earth, her choos'd this Place of Griefe
To bound Thoughts, a small and sad Reliefe.
His is this Monument, for hers no Art
Could frame, a Pyramide rais'd of his Heart.

Instead of Epitaphs and airy praise
This Monument a Lady chaste did raise
To her Lords living fame, and after Death
Her Body doth unto this Place bequeath,
To rest with his, till Gods shrill Trumpet sound,
Though time her Life, no time her lo… could bound.