So fair, so young, so innocent, so sweet, <br />So ripe a judgment, and so rare a wit, <br />Require at least an age in one to meet. <br />In her they met; but long they could not stay, <br />'Twas gold too fine to fix without allay. <br />Heaven's image was in her so well exprest, <br />Her very sight upbraided all the rest; <br />Too justly ravished from an age like this, <br />Now she is gone, the world is of a piece.<br /><br />John Dryden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-on-mrs-margaret-paston-of-barningham-in-norfolk/
