When all is over, there was no neglect:
And all was over. - By her husband’s bones,
The widow rests beneath the sculptured stones,
That yet record their fondness and their fame,
While all they left the virgin’s care became;
Stock, bonds, and buildings; it disturb’d her rest,
To think what load of troubles she possessed:
Yet, if a trouble, she resolved to take
Th’ important duty for the donor’s sake;
She too was heiress to the widow’s taste,