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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In memory of that excellent person Mrs. Mary Lloyd of Bodidrist in Denbigh-shire,</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I CANNOT hold, for though to write were rude, <br>Yet to be silent were Ingratitude, <br>And Folly too; for if Posterity <br>Should never hear of such a one as thee, <br>And onely know this Age's brutish fame, <br>They would think Vertue nothing but a Name. <br>And though far abler Pens must her define, <br>Yet her Adoption hath engaged mine: <br>And I must own where Merit shines so clear, <br>'Tis hard to write, but harder to forbear. <br>Sprung from an ancient and an honour'd Stem, <br>Who lent her lustre, and she paid it them; <br>Who still in great and noble things appeared, <br>Whom all their Country lov'd, and yet they feared. <br>Match'd to another good and great as they, <br>Who did their Country both oblige and sway. <br>Behold herself, who had without dispute <br>More then both Families could contribute. <br>What early Beauty Grief and Age had broke, <br>Her lovely Reliques and her Off-spring spoke. <br>She was by nature and her Parents care <br>A Woman long before most others are. <br>But yet that antedated2 season she <br>Improv'd to Vertue, not to Liberty. <br>For she was still in either state of life <br>Meek as a Virgin, Prudent as a Wife <br>And she well knew, although so young and fair, <br>Justly to mix Obedience Love and Care; <br>Whil'st to her Children she did still appear <br>So wisely kind, so tenderly severe, <br> That they from her Rule and Example brought <br>A native Honour, which she stampt and taught. <br>Nor can a single Pen enough commend <br>So kind a Sister and so clear a Friend. <br>A Wisdom from above did her secure, <br>Which as 'twas peaceable, was ever pure. <br>And if well-order'd Commonwealths must be <br>Patterns for every private Family, <br>Her House, rul'd by her hand and by her eye, <br>Might be a Pattern for a Monarchy. <br>Solomon's wisest Woman less could do; <br>She built her house, but this preserv'd hers too. <br>She was so pious that when she did die, <br>She scarce chang'd Place, I'm sure not Company. <br>Her Zeal was primitive and practick too; <br>She did believe, and pray, and read, and do. <br>A firm and equal Soul she had engrost, <br>Just ev'n to those that disoblig'd her most. <br>She grew to love those wrongs she did receive <br>For giving her the power to Forgive. <br>Her Alms I may admire, but not relate; <br>But her own works shall praise her in the gate. <br>Her Life was checquer'd with afflictive years, <br>And even her Comfort season'd in her Tears. <br>Scarce for a Husband's loss her eyes were dried, <br>And that loss by her Children half supplied, <br>When Heav'n was pleas'd not these dear Propes' afford, <br>But tore most off by sickness or by sword. <br>She, who in them could still their Father boast, <br>Was a fresh Widow every Son she lost. <br>Litigious hands did her of Right deprive, <br>That after all 'twas Penance to survive. <br>She still these Griefs hath nobly undergone, <br>Which few support at all, but better none. <br>Such a submissive Greatness who can find? <br>A tender Heart with so resolv'd a Mind? <br>But she, though sensible, was still the same, <br>Of a resigned Soul, untainted Fame, <br>Nor were her Vertues coarsly set, for she <br>Out-did Example in Civility. <br>To bestow blessings, to oblige, relieve, <br>Was all for which she could endure to live. <br>She had a joy higher in doing good, <br>Than they to whom the benefit accru'd. <br>Though none of Honour had a quicker sense, <br>Never had Woman more of complacence; <br>Yet lost it not in empty forms, but still <br>Her Nature noble was, her Soul gentile. <br>And as in Youth she did attract, (for she <br>The Verdure had without the Vanity) <br>So she in Age was mild and grave to all, <br>Was not morose, but was majestical. <br>Thus from all other Women she had skill <br>To draw their good, but nothing of their ill. <br>And since she knew the mad tumultuous World, <br>Saw Crowns revers'd, Temples to ruine hurl'd; <br>She in Retirement chose to shine and burn, <br>As a bright Lamp shut in some Roman Urn. <br>At last, when spent with sickness, grief and age, <br>Her Guardian Angel did her death presage: <br> (So that by strong impulse she chearfully <br>Dispensed blessings, and went home to die; <br>That so she might, when to that place removed, <br>Marry his Ashes whom she ever loved) <br>She dy'd, gain'd a reward, and paid a debt. <br>The Sun himself did never brighter set. <br>Happy were they that knew her and her end, <br>More happy they that did from her descend: <br>A double blessing they may hope to have, <br>One she convey'd to them, and one she gave. <br> All that are hers are therefore sure to be <br>Blest by Inheritance and Legacy. <br>A Royal Birth had less advantage been. <br>'Tis more to die a Saint than live a Queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katherine+Philips">Katherine Philips</a><div class=q>
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Yet to be silent were Ingratitude, 
And Folly too; for if Posterity 
Should never hear of such a one as thee, 
And onely know this Age's brutish fame, 
They would think Vertue nothing but a Name. 
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