Ben Jonson                 On My First Daughter Here lies, to each her parents' ruth,         Mary, the daughter of their youth; Yet all heaven's gifts being heaven's due,         It makes the father less to rue. At six months' end, she parted hence         With safety of her innocence; Whose soul heaven's queen, whose name she bears,         In comfort of her mother's tears, Hath placed amongst her virgin-train:         Where, while that severed doth remain, This grave partakes the fleshly birth;         Which cover lightly, gentle earth! 1616