His kidneys encreast Was hooped all round: 126. On John Newter. Reader, John Newter who erst plaid 127. On Hocas Pocas. Here Hocas lyes with his tricks and his knocks, Thus Hocas he's here, and here he is not, While death plaid the Hocas, and brought him to th'pot. 128. On a child of two years old, being born and dying in Fuly. Here is laid a July flow'r 129. On a Cobler. Death at a Coblers doore oft made a stand, 130. On a young gentlewoman. Nature in this small volume was about 131. On a Scholler. Forbeare friend t'unclaspe this booke, Only in the forefront looke, For in it have errours bin, Which made the author call it in: Yet know this, 't shall have more worth, 132. On a young woman. The body which within this earth is laid, 133. On Brawne. Here Brawne the quondam begger lyes, Who counted by his tale, Full sixscore winters in his life; Such vertue is in ale. Ale was his meat, ale was his drinke, Ale did him long reprive, And could he still have drunke his ale, He had beene still alive. 134. On a Candle. Here lyes (I wot) a little star That did belong to Fupiter, Which from him Prometheus stole, And with it a fire-coale. Or this is that I mean to handle, 135. On M. R. Who soonest dyes, lives long enough, I did resist and strive with death, Thy conquest Grave, where is thy sting? 136. On a Child. Here she lyes a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood: 137. On an Inne-keeper. It is not I that dye, I doe but leave an Inn, It is not I that dye, I do but now begin Into eternall joy by faith to enter in. Why weep you then my friends, my parents, & my kin? Lament ye when I lose, but weep not when I win. 138. On a Cobler. Come hither, reade, my gentle friend, And here behold a Coblers end. 139. On M. Aire. Under this stone of Marble faire, Lies th❜body intomb'd of Gervaise Aire. Nor surfeited of too much wit, Me thinks this was a wondrous death, That Aire should dye for want of breath. 140. On Mr. Rice M. Who can doubt (Rice) to what eternall place Indeed thou wert all type, thy limbs were signes, As if two souls had made the compound good, Which both should live by faith, and none by blood. |