You even an equal power with Heav’n do shew, Give us long life, and lasting Vertue too: Such were the mighty Patriarchs, of old, Who God in all his Glory did behold, Inspir’d like you, they Heavens Instructions show’d, And were as Gods amidst the wandring Croud; Not he that bore th’ Almighty Wand cou’d give Diviner Dictates, how to eat, and live. And so essential was this cleanly Food, For Mans eternal health, eternal good, That God did for his first-lov’d Race provide, What thou by Gods example hast prescrib’d: O mai’st thou live to justifie thy fame, To Ages lasting as thy glorious Name! May thy own life make thy vast Reasons good, (Philosophy admir’d and understood,) To every sense ‘tis plain, ‘tis great, and clear, And Divine Wisdom does o’er all appear; Learning and Knowledge do support the whole, And nothing can the mighty truth controul; Let Fools and Mad-men thy great work condemn, I’ve tri’d thy Method, and adore thy Theme; Adore the Soul that you’d such truths discern, And scorn the fools that want the sense to learn. _Epitaph on the Tombstone of a Child, the last of Seven that died before. By Mrs._ A. B. This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument, Contains all that was sweet and innocent; The softest pratler that e’er found a Tongue, His Voice was Musick and his Words a Song; Which now each List’ning Angel smiling hears, Such pretty Harmonies compose the Spheres; Wanton as unfledg’d Cupids, ere their Charms Had learn’d the little arts of doing harms; Fair as young Cherubins, as soft and kind, And tho translated could not be refin’d; The Seventh dear pledge the Nuptial Joys had given, Toil’d here on Earth, retir’d to rest in Heaven; Where they the shining Host of Angels fill, Spread their gay wings before the Throne, and smile. _Epilogue to the Jealous Lovers._ _By Mrs._ Behn, _in_ 1682.