Here, lies a Mother and her Child;
The Infant suck’d as yet, and smil’d;
But strait by its own Food was kill’d:
There Parents hugg’d their Children last;
Here, prating Lovers last embrac’d;
But yet not parting neither:
They both expir’d, and went away together.
The Friend does hear his Friend’s last Cries;
Parts his Grief for him, and then dies;
Lives not enough to close his Eyes.
The Father, at his Death,
Speaks his Son Heir, with an infectious Breath:
In the same Hour the Son does take
His Father’s Will, and his own make.
The Servant needs not here be slain,
To serve his Master in the other World again;
They languishing together lie;
Their Souls away together flie:
The Husband gasps; his Wife lies by:
It must be her turn next to die:
The Husband and the Wife
Too truly now are one, and live one Life:
That Couple, who the Gods did entertain,
Had made their Prayers here in vain:
No Fates in Death could them divide;
They must, without their Privilege, together both have dy’d.