The virgins pattern, in the exemplary life and lamented death of Mrs. Susanna Perwich, daughter of Mr. Robert Perwich, who departed this life ... July 3, 1661 published at the earn[est] request of divers that knew her well, for the use and benefit of others / by John Batchiler, a neer relation ...

ACROSTIGKS.

I.

S orrows how great! How fast they come U pon our hearts! how burdensom! S ighs, sobs, griefs, tears, most bitter moans A re our food now! more deep fecht groans N e're came from any; we are left

P ast remedy; this sudden theft E ver surprizeth where he can R ich, poor, small, great, there is no man W hate're he be must look to scape I ts killing stroke; upon his nape C ruel assaults will give their blow H is life to end before they go.

II.

S ore griefs must needs afflict us when U ntimely death the best of men S natcheth away, when Virgins young A re cropt i'th' bud, and plac'd among N ight-sepulchers; when we do see N ew blossom'd Roses scatter'd be A t deaths black foot: may not we say?

P itty, oh pitty us! we pray

E specially since our sad griefs R eturn so fast, and no reliefs W ill ease our heavy sinking hearts, I n midst of our most doleful smarts. C ome Lord, true grace, peace, comfort give H ear us, give answer, while we live.

III.

S he's blest no doubt, now she is gone U nto her Lord; Him, him alone S he most desir'd, and lov'd to meet A s Mary did, where his blest feet N ew tydings brought, of such sweet peace N one knew before; she'd never cease A t any time to labour after

P art of those toyes, that fill with laughter E ternally; where she might find R est, Pleasures, Blisses for her mind: W here she might sing above the skies I n sweeter notes new melodies. C hrist had her heart, his bosom she H ath now got her repose to be.