On Mrs. Margaret Paston, of Barningham, in Norfolk

SO fair, so young, so innocent, so sweet,

So ripe a Judgment, and so rare a Wit,

Require at least an Age in one to meet.

In her they met; but long they could not stay,

’T was Gold too fine to fix without Allay.

Heav’n’s Image was in her so well exprest,

Her very sight upbraided all the rest;

Too justly ravish’d from an Age like this,

Now she is gone, the World is of a Piece.