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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,
A lurching Scrivener here fast bound doth lie.

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,
It seems, they seldome come to men.

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,
Now free of scars his life in peace doth yield.

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He that on clay his chiefest trust repos'd,
Is now in clay, instead of dust repos'd.

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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,
That but now entring in, art entred out.

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,
But tells you true, 'tis much against his will.

62. On Walter Moone.

Here lies Wat Moone, that great Tobacconist,
Who dy'd too soon for lack of had I wist.

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,
By meere Metheglin dy'd, and tosted Cheese.

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,
And that which rais'd his frame, became his grave.

70. On a Gallant.

Who cloth of Tissue wore, here flat doth lye,
Having no issue more than that in's thigh.

71. On John Garret.

Gone is John Garret, who to all men's thinking,
For love to Claret kill'd himselfe with drinking.

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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.

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Here lies a Vagrant person whom our lawes,
(Of late growne strict) denied passage, cause
He wandred thus, therefore returne he must,
From whence at first he hither came, to dust.

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So long the Mason wrought on other's walles,
That his owne house of clay to ruine falles :
No wonder spitefull death wrought his annoy,
He us'd to build, and death seekes to destroy.

76. Of a Schoolemaster.

The grammar Schoole, a long time taught I have,
Yet all my skill could not decline the grave,
But yet I hope it one day will be show'ne
In no case save the Ablative alone.

77. On Prince Henry.

I have no veine in verse, but if I could,
Distill on every word a pearle, I would.

Our sorrowes pearles drop, not from pens, but eyes,
Whilst other's Muses write, mine onely cryes.

78. On the death of Mr. Newcomin of Clare-hall in Cambridge.

Weep ye Clarenses, weep all about,
For New-com-in is new gone out;
Weep not Clarenses, weep not at all,
He's gone but from Clare to Trinity-hal.

79. On Hobson the Carrier.

Hobson (what's out of sight, is out of mind)
Is gone, and left his letters here behind.
He that with so much paper us'd to meet;
Is now, alas! content to take one sheet.

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