Of gentle blood, his parents' only treasure, <br />Their lasting sorrow, and their vanished pleasure, <br />Adorned with features, virtues, wit, and grace, <br />A large provision for so short a race: <br />More moderate gifts might have prolonged his date, <br />Too early fitted for a better state: <br />But, knowing heaven his home, to shun delay, <br />He leaped o'er age, and took the shortest way.<br /><br />John Dryden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-young-mr-rogers-of-gloucestershire/
