This peaceful Tomb does now contain
Father and Son, together laid;
Whose living Virtues shall remain,
When they, and this, are quite decay'd.
What Man shou'd be, to Ripeness grown,
And finish'd Worth shou'd do, or shun,
At full was in the Father shown;
What Youth cou'd promise, in the Son.

But Death obdurate, both destroy'd
The perfect Fruit, and op'ning Bud:
First seiz'd those Sweets we had enjoy'd,
Then robb'd us of the coming Good.