An Elegiack, in a double Acrostich, sacred to the memory of the most truly vertuous Mrs. MARGARET JESSOP, Wife to the much honoured WILLIAM JESSOP Esq. who deceased the first of November, 1651.

Mourn, or depart, for they whose cheeks be dry,
Are not for our confluent CompanI
All that we talk is tears; and when we see
One smile, we look upon't like HeresiE
Reader, within this Marble Mansion lyes
A motive would make tears in Tyrants eyeS
Grief would becom their Mistriss, they would dress
Themselves in nothing but unhappinesS
All the small vertues God did e're bestow
On Woman-kind, lyes here in FoliO
Religion was her Pilot, and her prop,
From whose sententious tongue did always droP
Eternal Language; such as Angels sip
In sighs and Prayers from a Convert's LiP
To speak her larger, he that further dives,
Must Summon in all the Superlatives.