ON A VIRTUOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN THAT DIED
by: William Cartwright
MORE POEMS BY WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT
- HE who to
Heaven more Heaven doth annex,
- Whose lowest thought was above all our sex,
- Accounted nothing death but t' be reprieved,
- And died as free from sickness as she lived.
- Others are dragg'd away, or must be driven,
- She only saw her time and stept to Heaven;
- Where seraphims view all her glories o'er,
- As one return'd that had been there before.
- For while she did this lower world adorn,
- Her body seem'd rather assumed than born;
- So rarified, advanced, so pure and whole,
- That body might have been another's soul;
- And equally a miracle it were
- That she could die, or that she could live here.