Inscription to Mrs Wingfield of Shrewsbury

Since each soft virtue of domestic life,
Of tender parent, and of faithful wife,
Kind sister, duteous daughter, friend sincere,
Found in thy bosom a congenial sphere,
Whence all their purest emanations flow’d,
With pity melted, with affection glow’d,
So may each paper, which shall slumber here,
Thro’ many a vexing, many a waning year,
Speak of thy weal, and speak of their’s whose doom
Thy future days must darken, or illume.