Drown'd under London-bridge, in the Queens Bardge, Anno 1641 <br /> <br /> <br />The Darling of a Father Good and Wise, <br />The Vertue, which a Vertuous Age did prize; <br />The Beauty Excellent even to those were Faire, <br />Subscrib'd unto, by such as might compare; <br />The Star that 'bove her Orb did always move, <br />And yet the Noblest did not Hate, but Love; <br />And those who most upon their Title stood, <br />Vail'd also to, because she did more Good. <br />To whom the Wrong'd, and Worthy did resort, <br />And held their Sutes obtain'd, if only brought; <br />The highest Saint in all the Heav'n of Court. <br />So Noble was her Aire, so Great her Meen, <br />She seem'd a Friend, not Servant to the Queen. <br />To Sin, if known, she never did give way, <br />Vice could not Storm her, could it not betray. <br /> <br />When angry Heav'n extinguisht her fair Light, <br />It seem'd to say, Nought's Precious in my sight; <br />As I in Waves this Paragon have drown'd, <br />The Nation next, and King I will confound.<br /><br />Anne Killigrew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-my-aunt-mrs-a-k/
