CXV A Pagan Epitaph
In this marble buried lies
Beauty may enrich the skies,
And add light to Phœbus’ eyes;
Sweeter than Aurora’s air,
When she paints the lilies fair, 5
And gilds cowslips with her hair;
Chaster than the virgin spring,
Ere her blossoms she doth bring,
Or cause Philomel to sing.
If such goodness live ’mongst men, 10
Tell me it: I [shall] know then
She is come from heaven again.
Anon.