Though much Excellence she did show, And many Qualities did know, Yet this, alone, she could not tell, To wit, _How much she did excel_. Or if her Worth she rightly knew, More to her Modesty was due, That Parts in her no Pride could raise } Desirous still to merit Praise, } But fled, as she deserv'd, the Bays. } Contented always to retire, Court Glory she did not admire; Although it lay so neer and faire, It's Grace to none more open were: But with the World how should she close, Who _Christ_ in her first Childhood chose? So with her Parents she did live, That they to Her did Honour give, As she to them. In a Num'rous Race And Vertuous, the highest Place None envy'd her: Sisters, Brothers Her Admirers were and Lovers: She was to all s'obliging sweet, All in One Love to her did meet. A Virgin-Life not only led, But it's Example might be said. The Ages Ornament, the Name That gave her Sex and Country Fame. Those who her Person never knew, Will hardly think these things are true: But those that did, will More believe, And higher things of her conceive. Thy Eyes in tears now, Reader, steep: For Her if't lawful be to weep, Whose blessed and Seraphique End Angels in Triumph did attend. Alexandreis. I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, Whose Mighty Arms all _Asia_ did subdue, Whose Conquests through the spacious World do ring, That City-Raser, King-destroying King, Who o're the Warlike _Macedons_ did Reign, And worthily the Name of _Great_ did gain. This is the Prince (if Fame you will believe, To ancient Story any credit give.) Who when the Globe of Earth he had subdu'd, With Tears the easie Victory pursu'd; Because that no more Worlds there were to win, No further Scene to act his Glorys in.