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What beauty would have lovely styled,

What manners pretty, nature mild,

What wonder perfect, all were filed

Upon record in this blest child.

And till the coming of the soul

To fetch the flesh, we keep the roll.

(Ben Jonson: Epitaph; Underwoods, liii. 1616.)