Classic Poem

Upon CASTARA'S recoverie .

She is restor'd to life. Vnthrifty Death,
Thy mercy in permitting vitall breath
Backe to Castara , hath enlarg'd us all,
Whom griefe had martyr'd in her funerall.
While others in the ocean of their teares,
Had sinking, wounded the beholders eares,
With exclamations: I without a grone,
Had suddenly congeal'd into a stone:
There stood a statue, till the generall doome
Had ruin'd time and memory with her tombe.
While in my heart, which marble, yet still bled,
Each Lover might this Epitaph have read.
 “Her earth lyes here below; her soul's above,
 “This wonder speakes her vertue, and my love.

Upon CASTARA'S recoverie .

She is restor'd to life. Vnthrifty Death,
Thy mercy in permitting vitall breath
Backe to Castara , hath enlarg'd us all,
Whom griefe had martyr'd in her funerall.
While others in the ocean of their teares,
Had sinking, wounded the beholders eares,
With exclamations: I without a grone,
Had suddenly congeal'd into a stone:
There stood a statue, till the generall doome
Had ruin'd time and memory with her tombe.
While in my heart, which marble, yet still bled,
Each Lover might this Epitaph have read.
 “Her earth lyes here below; her soul's above,
 “This wonder speakes her vertue, and my love.