Epitaph
Katherine Philips
1632 to 1664
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What on Earth deserves our trust?
Youth and Beauty are dust.
Long we gathering are with pain,
What moment calls again.
Seven years childless marriage past,
A Son, a son is born at last:
So exactly lim’d fair,
Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Air,
As long life promised,
Yet, in less than six weeks dead.
Too promising, too great a mind
In so small 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 Sun if it arise
Half so glorious as his Eyes,
Like this Infant, takes a shrowd,
Buried in a Cloud.