When in mid-Aire, the Golden Trump shall sound,
To raise the Nations under ground;
When in the Valley of _Jehosaphat_,
The Judging God shall close the Book of Fate;
And there the last Assizes keep,
For those who Wake, and those who sleep;
When ratling Bones together fly
From the four Corners of the Skie,
When Sinews o're the Skeletons are spread,
Those cloath'd with Flesh, and Life inspires the Dead;
The Sacred Poets first shall hear the Sound, }
And formost from the Tomb shall bound: }
For they are cover'd with the lightest Ground }
And streight, with in-born Vigour, on the Wing,
Like mounting Larkes, to the New Morning sing.
There _Thou_, Sweet Saint, before the Quire shalt go,
As Harbinger of Heav'n, the Way to show,
The Way which thou so well hast learn'd below.
=J. Dryden.=
The Epitaph
Engraved on her TOMB.
P. M. S.
Annæ Killigrew,
Doctoris KILLIGREW Filiæ,
_Quæ in ipso Ætatis flore Obiit._
JUNII 16. 1685.
_Heu jacet, fato victa,
Quæ stabat ubique victrix
Forma, ingenio, religione;
Plura collegerat in se Unâ,
Quàm vel sparsa mireris in omnibus!
Talem quis pingat, nisi penicillo quod tractavit?_
_Aut quis canat, nisi Poëta sui similis?
Cum tanta sciret, hoc Unum ignoravit,
Quanta, nempe, esset;
Aut si norit.
Mirare Modestiam,
Tantis incorruptam dotibus.
Laudes meruisse satis illi fuit,
Has ne vel audiret, laudatores omnes fugerat,
Contenta paterno Lare,
Dum & sibi Aula patebat adulatrix.
Mundum sapere an potuit,
Quæ ab infantia Christum sapuerat?
Non modo semper Virgo,
Sed & virginum Exemplar.
Gentis suæ Decus,
Ævi Splendor,
Sexus Miraculum.
Nullâ Vertute inferior cuiquam,
Cuilibet superior multâ.
Optimi Deliciæ patris,
Etiam numerosâ optimâque prole fortunatissimi:
Priorem tamen invidit nemo_,
(_Seu frater, seu soror_)
_Quin potius coluere omnes, omnibus suavem & officiosam,
Amorisque commune Vinculum & Centrum.
Vix ista credes. Hanc si nescieris;
Credet majora qui scierit._
_Abi Viator, & Plange:
Si eam plangi oporteat,
Cui, tam piè morienti,
Vel Coelites plauserint._