| Alexander Pope (1688–1744). Complete Poetical Works. 1903. | | | | Epitaphs | | On Mrs. Corbet |
| | Who Died of a Cancer in Her Breast
HERE rests a Woman, good without pretence, | |
| Bless’d with plain Reason and with sober Sense: | |
| No Conquests she but o’er herself desired, | |
| No Arts essay’d but not to be admired. | |
| Passion and Pride were to her soul unknown, | 5 |
| Convinc’d that Virtue only is our own. | |
| So unaffected, so composed, a mind, | |
| So firm, yet soft, so strong, yet so refin’d, | |
| Heav’n, as its purest gold, by Tortures tried: | |
| The Saint sustain’d it, but the Woman died. | 10 | | | |
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