Classic Poem

Here (by the world's ill custom) lies asleep
Done's honour'd dust, teaching mankind to weep;
For had the case of so much worth and Fame
Been wasted in the Pile and Funeral Flame,
It had not been in death's vast power to hold
Such judgement, wit, such noble parts in mold;
But as the Arabian bird th'doth consume
Herself is renovated by perfume,
So he had lives refin'd and by the spice
Of his own vertues prov'd a wonder twice
To light the world, and man; but now that he
Extinct lies here incoffin'd, you shall see,
When the great Blaze shall clasp the universe,
Taking long pains to purge each vulgar hearse,
So much his spirit doth his flesh control
That one spark shall flash it to his soul.