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Or else thy foes may weepe, as then they did

As when thou dyest, but all their teares were blood.

O what a tempest, what a sea was forc't,

Of tribute, groanes and teares, to waft one ghost.
No way but death they had to flie thy face:

Thou quit's thy body to pursue thy chase.
But who pretends thy praise in best expression,
Indites his judgment of confest presumption.

Bold tongue, touch not that head, that heart, that hand
Which brought on's knees (when he did tip-to stand)
The pride of Austria, back't what all but heaven.
Himselfe of all, but of himselfe bereven.
Thus having plum'd th'imperiall bird alone,
Upon those eagle wings to heaven he's flowne :
Why should he stay on earth, the game is done;
Others can part the stake that hee hath wonne,
'Tis low ambition, underneath his story,
To ayme at any crowne, but that of glory.
Then cannon play, his body's sacrific'd,
He is not cannon'd, no he's canoniz'd.

17. On a Lyer.

Good passenger! here lies one here,
That living did lie every where.

18. On a Dyer.

He lives with God, none can deny,
That while he liv'd to th'world did dy.

19. On a Fugler.

Death came to see thy tricks, and cut in twain
Thy thread; why did'st not make it whole again?

20. On Mr. Fish.

Worms bait for Fish, but here is a great change.
Fish bait for worms, is not that very strange?

21. On a Child.

A child and dead? alas! how could it come?
Surely thy thred of life was but a thrum.

22. On Mr. Do.

Do is my name, and here I lie,
My grammar tells me Do fit Di.

23. On Taylor a Sergeant, kill'd by a Horse.
A Taylor is a theef, a Sergeant is worse,
Who here lyes dead, god-a-mercy Horse.

24. On Mr. Thomas Best.

With happy starres he sure is blest,
Wheres'ere he goes that still is Best.

25. On Robin.

Round Robin's gone, and this grave doth inclose The pudding of his doublet and his hose.

26. On Bell the Tinker.

Bell, though thou dy'dst decrepit, lame, forlorn, Thou was't a man of Mettle, I'll be sworn.

27. On proud Tygeras.

Proud and foolish, so it came to passe,
He liv'd a Tyger, and he dy'd an Asse.

28. On John Cofferer.

Here lyes John Cofferer, and takes his rest,
Now he hath chang'd a Coffer for a Chest.

29. On blind and deaf Dick Freeman.

Here lyes Dick Freeman,

That could not hear nor see man.

30. On a Miller.

Death without warning was as bold as brief, When he killed two in one, Miller and Thief.

31. On a Lady.

Here lyes one dead under this marble stone, Who when she liv'd, lay under more than one.

32. On a Wrestler.

Death to the Wrestler gave a pretty fall,

Tript up his heels, and took no hold at all.

33. On John Death.

Here's Death interred, that liv'd by bread,
Then all should live, now Death is dead.

34. On an Infant.

The reeling world turn'd Poet, made a Play;
I came to see't, dislik'd it, went my way.

35. On a little but very ingenious youth. Grim Death perceiving, he had far outran The elder youths, mistook him for a man.

36. On a Lady dying quickly after her Husband. He first deceased, she a little try'd To live without him, lik'd it not, and dy'd.

37. On Mr. Stone.

Jerusalems curse is not fulfill'd in mee,

For here a stone upon a stone you see.

38. On Mr. Strange.

Here lies one Strange, no Pagan, Turk, nor Jew, It's strange, but not so strange as it is true.

39. A Fart's Epitaph.

Reader, it was born, and cry'd,

Crack'd so, smelt so, and so dy'd.

40. On Mr. Anguish a Scholler.

Some do for anguish weep, for anger I,

That ignorance should live, and art should die.

41. On a lovely young youth.

From thy quick death; conclude we must,
The fairest flowers are gathered first.

42. On Mr. Thomas Allen.

No Epitaphs need make the just man fam'd.
The good are prais'd when they are onely nam'd,

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Finis and Bonum are converted, so

That every good thing to an end must go.

44. On a pious Benefactor.

The Poor, the World, the Heavens, and the Grave, His Alms, his Praise, his Soul, and Body have.

45. On a Poet in prison.

Though I in prison here do lye,

My Muse shall live although I dye,

46. On a poor Poet.

Here lies the Poet buried in the night,

Whose purse, men know it, was exceeding light.

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