tost of the admiring Land,
The fairest Virgin of the shining Band,
Did to  Honour trust her Charms,
And gave her Beauties to his faithful Arms:
But cruel Death, whose Business is to rend
The pale-ey'd Matron from her weeping Friend,
Had torn  from his widow'd Side,
And left her Spouse to wail his constant Bride:
Heav'n spar'd one Child to crown his feeble Age,
To chear his Spirits and his Grief asswage:
precious to her Father's Mind,
To her alone was ev'ry Wish confin'd:
Nor did the Virgin less deserve his Care,
Her guiltless Soul was like her Person fair;
For Heav'n to form this matchless Beauty join'd
Her Mother's Features to her Father's Mind;
Not op'ning Roses nor the bashful Day,
Blush'd half so sweetly as  gay:
Her Eyes were dazzling and her Temples fair,
And ev'ry Feature wore a smiling Air;
For Wit and Learning she out-strip'd her Kind,
Nor cou'd her Sex debase her noble Mind;
In search of Knowledge she wou'd spend the Day,
And Judgment walk'd before her guiltless Way.