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<NAME>Emma Leeson Huber</NAME>
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<HEAD>ON THE UNTIMELY AND
MUCH LAMENTED DEATH OF
M^r^s <HI>Anne Gray,</HI> the Daughter of the Learnedly accompli&s;ht
Doctor <HI>Nicholas Gray</HI> of <HI>Tunbridge</HI> in <HI>Kent,</HI>
Who dyed of the Small Pox.</HEAD>
<HEAD>AN ELEGIE.</HEAD>
<L>SCarce have I dry'd my Cheeks, but Griefs invite</L>
<L>Again my Eyes to weep, my Hand to write,</L>
<L>Which &s;till return with greater force, being more</L>
<L>In weight and number then they were before.</L>
<L>Mechanick Griefs are eloquent, their &s;ound</L>
<L>Beats through the &s;treets, and in that &s;pacious Round</L>
<L>Salutes each &s;trangers eare: Nor can &s;o high</L>
<L>And wide a Ruine in one Family</L>
<L>Contracted keep; but &s;eeking farther bounds,</L>
<L>Fills every bre&s;t with its afflicting &s;ounds.</L>
<L>Youth met with Beauty weeps; then who forbears</L>
<L>To Griefe's Exchequer to bring in his tears?</L>
<L>Het that &s;uch tributes doth not now returne,</L>
<L>Knows neither Vertue, nor for whom we mourn,</L>
<L>SHE, who&s;e unequall'd, and who&s;e rich de&s;ert</L>
<L>Did take po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion in each knowing heart;</L>
<L>Who&s;e life was &s;uch, it may be well deny'd,</L>
<L>That &s;he did ever ill, but that &s;he dy'd.</L>
<L>SHE, like another Nature, but who&s;e Name</L>
<L>Gave life to Beauty, and a voyce to Fame;</L>
<L>SHE, who&s;e pure worth was &s;uch, whom gone, that even</L>
<L>Heav'n would lament with many a tear, if Heaven</L>
<L>Had not a&s;&s;um'd her, who in all &s;he did,</L>
<L>Both Grace in it and Innocence were hid,</L>
<L>Is hence a&s;cended, while our Griefs infer</L>
<L>Their moy&s;t Complaints, and envy Heav'n, not Her.</L>
<L>Death, who did boa&s;t his high Prerogative,</L>
<L>And hourely Conque&s;ts over all alive,</L>
<L>Did here begin to &s;tartle, and did &s;eeme</L>
<L>To feare her Beauties would now conquer him:</L>
<L>Therefore a danger to prevent &s;o nigh,</L>
<L>Drew forth at once all his Artillery,</L>
<L>And &s;o direct the Battery was laid,</L>
<L>So full the Charge, &s;o fa&s;t the Ca&s;e-&s;hot play'd,</L>
<L>That the poor Body fell upon the place,</L>
<L>A thou&s;and wounds being printed on her face:</L>
<L>Yet &s;pight of Death, and Fate, we mu&s;t imply,</L>
<L>That &s;he her &s;elfe was well content to dye;</L>
<L>For in this &s;ad and tedious vale of Teares,</L>
<L>Ere &s;he had hardly numbred eighteene yeeres,</L>
<L>She had done all her bu&s;ine&s;&s;e, and made even</L>
<L>With Earth, and drawn up her accounts for Heaven.</L>
<L>Rich in her Sexes value, good mens prai&s;e,</L>
<L>And full of all could be de&s;ir'd, but dayes;</L>
<L>Where after her we &s;igh our &s;oules, the while</L>
<L>She counts our teares, and with a pittying &s;mile</L>
<L>Beholds our following Love; and now no Drums,</L>
<L>Nor voyce of Cannons, nor of Trumpets comes</L>
<L>To vex her quiet eare; nor any noy&s;e</L>
<L>Dares once approach to interrupt her joyes;</L>
<L>But Health and Strength doe court her, and the trea&s;ure</L>
<L>Of endle&s;&s;e light, and unrepented plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>And all the Ble&s;&s;ings which faire Peace doth bring</L>
<L>Sent for &s;o oft by my late Lord the King</L>
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<HEAD>Her Epitaph.</HEAD>
<L>WOuld&s;t thou know who lies here, under</L>
<L>This cold Marble? read, and wonder:</L>
<L>For body, beauty, feature, &s;en&s;e,</L>
<L>This was the Maid of Excellence,</L>
<L>Who&s;e early Soule &s;oone under&s;tood</L>
<L>And practic'd all that men call Good:</L>
<L>And wondring three&s;core yeares &s;hould &s;tay</L>
<L>For what &s;o &s;oone &s;he bore away,</L>
<L>She &s;udden unto Heaven did fly,</L>
<L>A&s;ham'd of dull Mortality.</L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>SAMUEL HOLLAND.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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