Once more, hail, and farewell; farewell, thou young,
But, ah too short, Marcellus of our tongue!
Thy brows with ivy and with laurels bound;
But fate and gloomy night encompass thee around. 25
John Dryden.
CXIV
AN EPITAPH ON THE EXCELLENT COUNTESS OF HUNTINGDON.
The chief perfection of both sexes joined,
With neither’s vice nor vanity combined;
Of this our age the wonder, love, and care,
The example of the following, and despair;