47. A man and his wife. Viator siste, ecce miraculum! Vir & uxor hic non ligitant. 48. On a Pauls-walker. Defessus sum ambulando. 49. On a Scrivener. May all men by these presents testifie, 50. On one that cheated his Father. Here lies a man, who in a span Of life, beyond his Father ran. 51. On a Cut-purse. Death hath that Cutpurse seiz'd on at Alhallows, Who by good hap hath so escap'd the Gallows. 52. On a young green Wit. Green wits are dangerous, for then, 53. On a Vsurer. That all those goods and riches scrap'd together, Should with himself depart, and knows not whither. 54. On a Captain. Who late in wars did dread no foes in field, He that on clay his chiefest trust repos'd, Who from accounts and reck'nings ne'r could rest, At length hath summ'd up his Quietus est. 57. On a young man newly maried, dyed. The world and thou art quickly gon about, 58. On John Friend. How ere he fail'd in's life, 'tis like Fack Friend, Was no mans foe but's own, and there's an end. 59. On Christopher Fowler. Let all say what they can, 'tis known Kit Fowler, Was held an honest man, though no good Bowler. 60. On Dorathy Rich. Here resteth young Doll Rich, that dainty drab, Who troubled long with itch, dy'd of the scab, 61. On Ralph. Ralph bids adue to pleasures good or ill, 62. On Walter Moone. Here lies Wat Moone, that great Tobacconist, 63. On John Cooling a Player-foole. Death hath too soon remov'd from us Fo. Cooling, That was so well belov'd, and liv'd by fooling. 64. On a Welshman. Who living least, espy'd his life should leese, 65. On Fo. Long. Here sleeps F. Long, who liv'd till New-years-tide, Full fourscore strong, but then fell sick and dy'd. 66. On Stephen Spooner. Death hath time borrow'd of our neighbour Spooner, Whose wife much sorrow'd that he di'd no sooner. 67. On a Lawyer, God works wonders now and than, Here lies a Lawyer dy'd an honest man. 68. On a Water-man. Here sleeps Will. Slater, why? by deaths command, Hath left the water to possesse the land. 69. On Sir Francis Drake. England his heart, his Corps the waters have, 70. On a Gallant. Who cloth of Tissue wore, here flat doth lye, 71. On John Garret. Gone is John Garret, who to all men's thinking, Cause of the dead nought must be said but good, 'Tis well for Ned that nought be understood. 73. On a Taylor who dy'd of the stitch. Here lies a Taylour in this ditch, Who liv'd and dyed by the stitch. Here lies a Vagrant person whom our lawes, So long the Mason wrought on other's walles, 76. Of a Schoolemaster. The grammar Schoole, a long time taught I have, 77. On Prince Henry. I have no veine in verse, but if I could, Our sorrowes pearles drop, not from pens, but eyes, 78. On the death of Mr. Newcomin of Clare-hall in Cambridge. Weep ye Clarenses, weep all about, 79. On Hobson the Carrier. Hobson (what's out of sight, is out of mind) |