An Epitaph in an Acrostich, composed on the Name of his vertuous Sister Mrs. Joane Ward.

Jn this plain piece of humble earth lies one,
Whom no unworthy feet should tread upon,
One whose chast life did very much improve
A Daughters duty, and a Sisters love:
Almighty God was still her contemplation,
Religion was her daly recreation;
Nothing came in her Maiden thoughts that cou'd
Defile the Fountain of her Virgin Bloud;
Eternal joys contain her now; let's then
Mourn, until we meet with her agen.