Classic Poem

If she should die (as well suspect we may)
A body so compact should ne'er decay
Her brighter soul would in the Moon inspire
More chastity, in dimmer stars more fire.
You twins of Leda (as your parents are
In their wild lusts) may grow irregular
Now in your motion: for the Mariner
Henceforth shall only steer his course by her.
And when the zeal of after spy
Her uncorrupt i' th' happy marble lie;
The roses in her cheeks unwithered,
'Twill turn to love and dote upon the dead.
For he who did to her in life dispense
A Heaven, will banish all corruption thence.