Enough; and leave the rest to Fame! <br />'Tis to commend her, but to name. <br />Courtship which, living, she declined, <br />When dead, to offer were unkind: <br />Nor can the truest wit, or friend, <br />Without detracting, her commend. <br /> <br />To say--she lived a virgin chaste <br />In this age loose and all unlaced; <br />Nor was, when vice is so allowed, <br />Of virtue or ashamed or proud; <br />That her soul was on Heaven so bent, <br />No minute but it came and went; <br />That, ready her last debt to pay, <br />She summ'd her life up every day; <br />Modest as morn, as mid-day bright, <br />Gentle as evening, cool as night: <br />--'Tis true; but all too weakly said. <br />'Twas more significant, she's dead.<br /><br />Andrew Marvell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-epitaph-2/
