“Now all those charms, that blooming grace,
The well-proportioned shape and beauteous face,
Shall never more be seen by mortal eyes:
In earth the much lamented virgin lies!
Nor was the cruel destiny content
to finish all the murder at a blow,
to snap at once her life and beauty too;
But, like a hardened felon, took a pride
to work more mischievously slow,
and plunder’s first, and then destroyed.
Oh! double sacrilege on things divine,
To rob the relique and deface the shrine!
But thus Orinda died:
Heaven by the same disease did both translate,
As equal were their souls, as equal was their fate.”
She died of smallpox in 1685 and was buried in the chapel of the Savoy hospital, on the north side of which is a plain monument of marble and freestone erected to her memory, and fixed in the wall, on which is a Latin inscription.