In Memorie of that Lively Patterne of true Pietie, and unstain'd Loyaltie, M rs SƲSANNA HARRIS, The Vertuous Wife of Capt. JOHN HARRIS, who dyed the last day of October, 1649.
WIthin this sacred Dust SUSANNA lies
Obscur'd from
false-accusing-Elders eies:
Once
Independent, as are they that be
The
Servants of
One-God, and none but He.
A
Leveller in
Folio, such an one
As Lov'd to
Levell an
Ʋsurped-Throne
A
Royallist besides, (and here is all
The
Sable that attends her
Funerall.)
For, She her
Crown, her
Country, and her
Mate,
Preferr'd
and Fancy'd
more then Earthly State.
But now she's gone: 'tis meant her
Better-part;
The rest lies here, to
Crucifie His
Heart
VVho
Wounded Hers;
Death hath dissolv'd the band
VVhich
Life and
Love had knit 'twixt heart and hand.
"Happy those
Husbands thus in
Women blest!
"Thrice happy
Wives, which merit such a
Test!
Rest Glorious Saint!
and may her vertuous life
Last the Choise
Embleme of the
Rarest Wife:
Untill the
Trumpet sound, and bid,
Arise,
T'imbrace that
Blessed union never
dies.
Good Lives
and Actions
usher us to Blisse,
And not Cull'd Language,
or Rich vanities:
So that Vaine Praises
were an uselesse sound,
A sprinkling Water
upon Holier Ground.
Let such whose
ill-spent-Lives have rendred cause
Of just
Suspition, leane on fraile
Applause,
She needs no
Gawdy-Fictions: Nor is't fit
Her Graces
be Profan'd
in Home-spun-wit.
Since faire SUSANNA in her
Garden-Bowrs
VVas not more
Pious, or more
Chast than
Ours.
W. G.