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,
‘Twas gold too fine to fix without allay.
Heaven’s image was in her so well exprest,
Her very sight upbraided all the rest;
Too justly ravished from an age like this,
Now she is gone, the world is of a piece.
Epitaph On Mrs. Margaret Paston, Of Barningham, In Norfolk
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