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I CANNOT hold for though to write were rude	A
Yet to be silent were Ingratitude	A
And Folly too for if Posterity	A
Should never hear of such a one as thee	A
And onely know this Age's brutish fame	B
They would think Vertue nothing but a Name	B
And though far abler Pens must her define	C
Yet her Adoption hath engaged mine	C
And I must own where Merit shines so clear	D
'Tis hard to write but harder to forbear	D
Sprung from an ancient and an honour'd Stem	E
Who lent her lustre and she paid it them	E
Who still in great and noble things appeared	A
Whom all their Country lov'd and yet they feared	A
Match'd to another good and great as they	F
Who did their Country both oblige and sway	F
Behold herself who had without dispute	A
More then both Families could contribute	A
What early Beauty Grief and Age had broke	G
Her lovely Reliques and her Off spring spoke	G
She was by nature and her Parents care	D
A Woman long before most others are	D
But yet that antedated season she	A
Improv'd to Vertue not to Liberty	A
For she was still in either state of life	H
Meek as a Virgin Prudent as a Wife	H
And she well knew although so young and fair	D
Justly to mix Obedience Love and Care	D
Whil'st to her Children she did still appear	D
So wisely kind so tenderly severe	D
That they from her Rule and Example brought	A
A native Honour which she stampt and taught	A
Nor can a single Pen enough commend	A
So kind a Sister and so clear a Friend	A
A Wisdom from above did her secure	D
Which as 'twas peaceable was ever pure	D
And if well order'd Commonwealths must be	A
Patterns for every private Family	A
Her House rul'd by her hand and by her eye	I
Might be a Pattern for a Monarchy	A
Solomon's wisest Woman less could do	A
She built her house but this preserv'd hers too	A
She was so pious that when she did die	I
She scarce chang'd Place I'm sure not Company	A
Her Zeal was primitive and practick too	A
She did believe and pray and read and do	A
A firm and equal Soul she had engrost	A
Just ev'n to those that disoblig'd her most	A
She grew to love those wrongs she did receive	J
For giving her the power to Forgive	K
Her Alms I may admire but not relate	A
But her own works shall praise her in the gate	A
Her Life was checquer'd with afflictive years	L
And even her Comfort season'd in her Tears	M
Scarce for a Husband's loss her eyes were dried	A
And that loss by her Children half supplied	A
When Heav'n was pleas'd not these dear Propes' afford	A
But tore most off by sickness or by sword	A
She who in them could still their Father boast	A
Was a fresh Widow every Son she lost	A
Litigious hands did her of Right deprive	N
That after all 'twas Penance to survive	N
She still these Griefs hath nobly undergone	O
Which few support at all but better none	P
Such a submissive Greatness who can find	A
A tender Heart with so resolv'd a Mind	A
But she though sensible was still the same	B
Of a resigned Soul untainted Fame	B
Nor were her Vertues coarsly set for she	A
Out did Example in Civility	A
To bestow blessings to oblige relieve	J
Was all for which she could endure to live	N
She had a joy higher in doing good	A
Than they to whom the benefit accru'd	A
Though none of Honour had a quicker sense	Q
Never had Woman more of complacence	Q
Yet lost it not in empty forms but still	R
Her Nature noble was her Soul gentile	S
And as in Youth she did attract for she	A
The Verdure had without the Vanity	A
So she in Age was mild and grave to all	T
Was not morose but was majestical	T
Thus from all other Women she had skill	T
To draw their good but nothing of their ill	T
And since she knew the mad tumultuous World	A
Saw Crowns revers'd Temples to ruine hurl'd	A
She in Retirement chose to shine and burn	U
As a bright Lamp shut in some Roman Urn	U
At last when spent with sickness grief and age	V
Her Guardian Angel did her death presage	W
So that by strong impulse she chearfully	T
Dispensed blessings and went home to die	A
That so she might when to that place removed	A
Marry his Ashes whom she ever loved	A
She dy'd gain'd a reward and paid a debt	A
The Sun himself did never brighter set	A
Happy were they that knew her and her end	A
More happy they that did from her descend	A
A double blessing they may hope to have	X
One she convey'd to them and one she gave	Y
All that are hers are therefore sure to be	A
Blest by Inheritance and Legacy	A
A Royal Birth had less advantage been	Z
'Tis more to die a Saint than live a Queen	A2

Katherine Philips

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