<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Death Of Mrs. Elizabeth Filmer. An Elegiacall Epitaph</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You that shall live awhile, before<br>Old time tyrs, and is no more:<br>When that this ambitious stone<br>Stoopes low as what it tramples on:<br>Know that in that age, when sinne<br>Gave the world law, and governd Queene,<br>A virgin liv'd, that still put on<br>White thoughts, though out of fashion:<br>That trac't the stars, 'spite of report,<br>And durst be good, though chidden for't:<br>Of such a soule that infant Heav'n<br>Repented what it thus had giv'n:<br>For finding equall happy man,<br>Th' impatient pow'rs snatch it agen.<br>Thus, chaste as th' ayre whither shee's fled,<br>She, making her celestiall bed<br>In her warme alablaster, lay<br>As cold is in this house of clay:<br>Nor were the rooms unfit to feast<br>Or circumscribe this angel-guest;<br>The radiant gemme was brightly set<br>In as divine a carkanet;<br>Of which the clearer was not knowne,<br>Her minde or her complexion.<br>Such an everlasting grace,<br>Such a beatifick face,<br>Incloysters here this narrow floore,<br>That possest all hearts before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Blest and bewayl'd in death and birth!<br>The smiles and teares of heav'n and earth!<br>Virgins at each step are afeard,<br>Filmer is shot by which they steer'd,<br>Their star extinct, their beauty dead,<br>That the yong world to honour led;<br>But see! the rapid spheres stand still,<br>And tune themselves unto her will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thus, although this marble must,<br>As all things, crumble into dust,<br>And though you finde this faire-built tombe<br>Ashes, as what lyes in its wombe:<br>Yet her saint-like name shall shine<br>A living glory to this shrine,<br>And her eternall fame be read,<br>When all but VERY VERTUE'S DEAD.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Lovelace">Richard Lovelace</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499008" data-title="On The Death Of Mrs. Elizabeth Filmer. An Elegiacall Epitaph de Richard Lovelace" data-description="You that shall live awhile, before Old time tyrs, and is no more: When that this ambitious stone Stoopes low as what it tramples on: Know that in that age, when sinne Gave the world law, and governd Queene, A virgin liv'd, that still put on White ..."></div> </div> </div>

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