Here you will find the Poem Epitaph on Mrs. Margaret Paston, of Barningham, in Norfolk of poet John Henry Dryden
So fair, so young, so innocent, so sweet, So ripe a judgment, and so rare a wit, Require at least an age in one to meet. In her they met; but long they could not stay, 'Twas gold too fine to fix without allay. Heaven's image was in her so well exprest, Her very sight upbraided all the rest; Too justly ravished from an age like this, Now she is gone, the world is of a piece.
