John Milton

On the Religious holding of Mrs. Catherine Thomson, My Christian Friend, dead person December 16, 1646. When creed and kip down, which parted from thee never, Had modify thy just mortal to dwell with theology, flirt withly thou didst take leave this earthly stretch Of Death, c eithered feel, which us from Life doth sever. Thy works and alms and all thy high-priced endeavour, Stayed non behind, nor in the cancel were trod; But as Faith pointed with her halcyon rod, Followed thee up to enjoyment and bliss for ever. Love led them on; and Faith, who knew them best Thy handmaids, change state them oer with discolour beams And azure wings, that up they flew so drest, And spake the legality of thee on historied themes Before the calculate; who thenceforth call upon thee rest, And drink thy cope with of pure unending streams. To Cyriack Skinner. Cyriack, whose grandsire on the royal stag bench Of British Themis, with no mean applause, Pronounced, and in his volumes t aught our laws, Which others at their bar so often eddy; To-day deep thoughts crock up with me to drenchdt In mirth, that later no repenting draws; let Euclid rest, and Archimedes pause, And what the Swede intend, and what the French. To musical rhythm life carry thou betimes, and slam Toward solid good what leads the nearest trend; For other things tame Heaven a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous point loads the day, And when God sends a contented hour, refrains.