English poem
An Epitaph on Steven Taffe, Esq
Enough, O Grave! now fill thy greedy Womb: Awake ye Dead, and give the Worthy Room. Acquired Fame on solid Basis stand; The Virtuous ev'n Fate and Fame commands. Illustrious Consorts grac'd his happy Life, And smiling Fortune crown'd him in a Wise. But Earthly Joys are transient in their Stay; By Death eclips'd, a Night obscures their Day; 'Till that glorious gilded Morn is come When happy Saints receive their final Doom. The meeting Atoms from the Tomb shall rise; If Mortals sleep, yet Virtue never dies.
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