Epitaph on the Lady Whitmore

FAIR, Kind, and True, a Treasure each alone,

A Wife, a Mistress, and a Friend in one,

Rest in this Tomb, rais’d at thy Husband’s cost,

Here sadly summing, what he had, and lost.

Come Virgins, ere in equal Bands ye join,

Come first and offer at her Sacred Shrine;

Pray but for half the Vertues of this Wife,

Compound for all the rest with longer Life;

And wish your Vows, like hers, may be return’d,

So Lov’d when Living, and when Dead so Mourn’d.