On My Aunt Mrs. A. K.

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