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Life ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, / As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; / Nor envious death so triumph'd in a blow, / As that which laid th' accomplish'd Burnet low.
Thy form and mind, sweet maid, can I forget? / In richest ore the brightest jewel set! / In thee, high Heaven above was truest shown, / As by His noblest work the Godhead best is known.