Anne Bradstreet - Epitaphs

Her Mother's Epitaph Here lies A worthy matron of unspotted life , A loving mother and obedient wife , A friendly neighbor , pitiful to poor , Whom oft she fed , and clothed with her store; To servants wisely aweful , but yet kind , And as they did , so they reward did find: A true instructor of her family , The which she ordered with dexterity , The public meetings ever did frequent , And in her closest constant hours she spent; Religious in all her words and ways , Preparing still for death , till end of days: Of all her children , children lived to see , Then dying , left a blessed memory. Her Father's Epitaph Within this tomb a patriot lies That was both pious , just and wise , To truth a shield , to right a wall , To sectaries a whip and maul , A magazine of history , A prizer of good company In manners pleasant and severe The good him loved , the bad did fear , And when his time with years was spent In some rejoiced , more did lament. 1653 , age 77Anne Bradstreet