Epitaph on Miss Anne Lawley

Sweet transient Object of incessant cares,
Snatch’d from thy parents’ hopes, and fears, and prayers,
Let them, reflecting on life’s thorny ways,
Change groans of anguish to submissive praise,
That thy much favour’d, and yet spotless soul,
Thus early reaches the triumphant goal;
Obtains the prize at the appointed place,
Without the toil and danger of the race!