Near to her most worthy husband lies his incomparable Wife: Who her illustrious birth And spirit equal to her race With Christian mildness tempered. Learned above her sex, Meek below her rank, Than most people greater Because more humble, In eminent beauty She possessed a lofty mind, In pleasing affability, singular modesty: In a woman's body a man's spirit, In most adverse circumstances a serene mind, In a wicked age unshaken piety and uprightness. Not for her did Luxury relax her strong soul, or Poverty narrow it: but each lot with equal countenance And mind, she not only took but ruled. Nay she was full of God, to which fulness Neither a smiling world could have added, Nor from it a frowning world have taken away. Now for a long time sufficiently breathing of God and aspiring above, of her own And the Commonwealth's fate divining beforehand, And most sure of Eternal Salvation With a mighty and huge ardour into her Beloved Saviour's breast, She breathed forth her soul washed in His own blood. Taken away from things human she put on immortality on the fifth of July, in the year of Salvation, 1652. Ps. 16. 9. My flesh also dwells securely because Thou wilt not leave my soul in the sepulchre. One is willing to accept the "golden lies" of these Epitaphs in either case. Sir John Davies had several children. One, who was semi-idiotic, was drowned in Ireland. Others alleged to have been born, have not been traced. His daughter Lucy, of the Inscriptions, and by whom, no doubt, they were procured, became famous in her generation as Countess of Huntingdon. We have to deplore that while we have a fine portrait of her, none, as yet, has been found of her Father. His Will and Charities, and their singular after-history, will be given in my fuller Life (as before). Pass we now to II. CRITICAL.