Classic Poem

Beneath this Marble lays a Load
Of Earth, which once was Flesh, and Blood,
Warm'd with a Spirit strangely prone
To hate all Notions , but her own:
Her Person fair, of moderate Size,
Her Mind , as moderately wise;
Not very dull , nor mighty smart ;
But hated Wit with all her Heart:
Not very silent , nor a Scold ;
Extremely chaste , extremely cold ,
Loyal , and pious to Excess,
And truly humble in Distress ,
She liv'd in Fear , and dy'd in Hope ,
Renouncing Satan , Whig , and Pope .