Come here, ye fair One's, hither come;
Leave worldly Thoughts behind;
Oh! learn to Dress you at this Tomb,
By great Sulpitia's Mind.
Her Virtues will your Charms improve,
Her Conduct yours will steer:
Her Condescention, gain you Love;
Her Truth, disperse your Fear:
Her Patience, will your Griefs allay,
Her Temper, rage disarm:
Her Piety, might Vengeance stay,
And salvage Atheists charm.
But all her Worth 'twould endless be to tell,
Each Virtue she possest; and did in each excel.