Inspir’d divinely, and possest may be;
I willingly accept Cassandra’s fate,
To speak the truth, altho’ believ’d too late.
36. Epitaph on Herself
When I am dead, few friends attend my hearse,
And for a monument I leave my verse.
MRS. TAYLOR
c. 1685
37. Song
Strephon hath fashion, wit, and youth,