She Feared No Danger, For

Here Lies My Wife: Here Let Her Lie! Now She's At Rest, And So Am I.

Griefs Assured Are Felt Before They Come.

I Have A Soul That Like An Ample Shield Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More.

Like Pilgrims To Th' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

None, None Descends Into Himself, To Find The Secret Imperfections Of His Mind: But Every One Is Eagle-ey'd To See Another's Faults, And His Deformity.