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 Mix Without Allay. Heaven'S Image Was In Her So Well Express'D, Her Very Sight Upbraided All The Rest; Too Justly Ravish'D From An Age Like This, Now She Is Gone, The World Is Of A Piece.