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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419819" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epitaph on the Monument of a Fair Maiden Lady, Who Died at Bath, and is There Interred</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Below this marble monument is laid <br>All that heaven wants of this celestial maid. <br>Preserve, O sacred tomb, thy trust consigned; <br>The mould was made on purpose for the mind: <br>And she would lose, if, at the latter day, <br>One atom could be mixed with other clay; <br>Such were the features of her heavenly face, <br>Her limbs were formed with such harmonious grace: <br>So faultless was the frame, as if the whole <br>Had been an emanation of the soul; <br>Which her own inward symmetry revealed, <br>And like a picture shone, in glass annealed; <br>Or like the sun eclipsed, with shaded light; <br>Too piercing, else, to be sustained by sight. <br>Each thought was visible that rolled within; <br>As through a crystal case the figured hours are seen. <br>And heaven did this transparent veil provide, <br>Because she had no guilty thoughts to hide. <br>All white, a virgin-saint, she sought the skies, <br>For marriage, though it sullies not, it dyes. <br>High though her wit, yet humble was her mind; <br>As if she could not, or she would not find <br>How much her worth transcended all her kind. <br>Yet she had learned so much of heaven below, <br>That when arrived, she scarce had more to know; <br>But only to refresh the former hint, <br>And read her Maker in a fairer print. <br>So pious, that she had no time to spare <br>For human thoughts, but seemed confined to prayer; <br>Yet in such charities she passed the day, <br>'Twas wondrous how she found an hour to pray. <br>A soul so calm, it knew not ebbs or flows, <br>Which passion could but curl, not discompose. <br>A female softness, with a manly mind; <br>A daughter duteous, and a sister kind; <br>In sickness patient, and in death resigned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Dryden">John Dryden</a><div class=q>
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