If at all she had a fault,
Leave it buried in this vault.
Then there is Herrick’s “Upon a Child that Died”—another inspiration:—
Here she lies, a pretty bud,
Lately made of flesh and blood:
Who as soon fell fast asleep
As her little eyes did peep.
Give her strewings but not stir
The earth that lightly covers her.
With these, which are Tudor or early Stuart, I would associate the Scotch epitaph on Miss Lewars:—