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No age nor time can wear out well woon fame,
The stones themselves a flatly worke doth shew.
From senceless grave we ground may man’s good name,
And noble minds by vent’rous acts we know.
A Lanterne cleere settes forth a candle light,
A worthy act declares a worthy might.
The buildings rare that here you may behold
To shrine his Bones deserves a tomb of gold;
The famous Fabric that he here hath donne
Shines in its sphere as glorious as the sonne.
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What needes more words? y future world he sought,
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And set y pompe and pride of this at nought.
Heaven was his ame, let heaven be still his station
That leaves such work for others’ imitation.

115. From St. Giles’ Churchyard, Northampton:—

Here lies a most dutiful daughter, honest and just,
Awaiting the resurrection in hopes to be one of the first.

116. On a Cardinal:—

Here lies a Cardinal, who wrought
Both good and evil in his time;
The good he did was good for nought;
Not so the evil! that was prime.

117. From a Churchyard in Staffordshire:—

This turf has drank a
widow’s tear;
Three of her husbands
slumber here.

It may be interesting to note that the tearful widow was still living with a
fourth partner.