Katherine Philips (Кэтрин Филипс)

Epitaph

On her Son H.P. at St. Syth’s Church 
where her body also lies interred

What on Earth deserves our trust?
Youth and Beauty both are dust.
Long we gathering are with pain,
What one moment calls again.
Seven years childless marriage past,
A Son, a son is born at last:
So exactly lim’d and fair,
Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Air,
As a long life promised,
Yet, in less than six weeks dead.
Too promising, too great a mind
In so small room to be confined:
Therefore, as fit in Heaven to dwell,
He quickly broke the Prison shell.
So the subtle Alchemist,
Can’t with Hermes Seal resist
The powerful spirit’s subtler flight,
But t’will bid him long good night.
And so the Sun if it arise
Half so glorious as his Eyes,
Like this Infant, takes a shrowd,
Buried in a morning Cloud.

1. On the Welsh Language
2. An Answer to Another Persuading a Lady to Marriage
3. To My Antenor
4. To Mr. Henry Lawes
5. To My Excellent Lucasia, on Our Friendship

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