Isaac Ashford
, died.
Noble he was, contemning all things mean,
His truth unquestion’d and his soul serene:
Of no man’s presence Isaac felt afraid;
At no man’s question Isaac looked dismay’d:
Shame knew him not, he dreaded no disgrace;
Truth, simple truth, was written in his face:
Yet while the serious thought his soul approved,
Cheerful he seem’d, and gentleness he loved;