In memory of that Lively pattern of true piety, and unstained loyalty, Mrs Susanna HARRIS, The virtuous Wife of Capt. JOHN HARRIS, who died the last day of October, 1649.  

WIthin this sacred Dust SUSANNA lies  
Obscured from false-accusing-Elders eyes:  
Once Independent, as are they that be  
The Servants of One-God, and none but He.  
A Leveller in Folio, such an one  
As loved to level an usurped-throne  
A royalist besides, (and here is all  
The Sable that attends her funeral.)  
For, She her Crown, her Country, and her Mate,  
Preferred and fancied more than Earthly State.   

But now she's gone: 'tis meant her Better-part;  
The rest lies here, to crucify His Heart  
Who Wounded Hers; Death hath dissolved the band  
Which Life and Love had knit twixt heart and hand.   

" Happy those Husbands thus in Women blessed!  
" Thrice happy Wives, which merit such a Test!  
Rest Glorious Saint! and may her virtuous life  
Last the choice emblem of the Rarest Wife:  
Until the Trumpet sound, and bid, Arise,  
T'embrace that Blessed union never dies.   

Good Lives and Actions usher us to bliss,  
And not culled Language, or Rich vanities:  
So that vain Praises were an useless sound,  
A sprinkling Water upon Holier Ground.  
Let such whose ill-spent-Lives have rendered cause  
Of just suspicion, lean on frail Applause,  
She needs no Gawdy-Fictions: Nor is't fit  
Her Graces be profaned in Home-spun-wit.   

Since fair SUSANNA in her Garden-Bowrs  
Was not more Pious, or more chaste than Ours.   
W. G.