SHE who to Heaven more Heaven doth annex, <br />Whose lowest thought was above all our sex, <br />Accounted nothing death but t' be reprieved, <br />And died as free from sickness as she lived. <br />Others are dragg'd away, or must be driven, <br />She only saw her time and stept to Heaven; <br />Where seraphims view all her glories o'er, <br />As one return'd that had been there before. <br />For while she did this lower world adorn, <br />Her body seem'd rather assumed than born; <br />So rarified, advanced, so pure and whole, <br />That body might have been another's soul; <br />And equally a miracle it were <br />That she could die, or that she could live here.<br /><br />William Cartwright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-virtuous-young-gentlewoman-that-died-sudden/
