In Uttoxeter Churchyard.
If upright souls in Heaven are blest,
Then the deceased enjoys eternal rest:
For truth and justice did his actions guide,
He lived beloved, and much lamented died.
In Hurstpierpoint Churchyard, Sussex.
When dire disease obstructs the labouring breath,
When the heart sickens and each pulse is death,
Even then Religion shall sustain the just,
Grace their last moments, nor desert their dust.
On the Earl of Kildare.
Who killed Kildare? who dared Kildare to kill?
Death killed Kildare; who dares kill him who will.
In Barrow-Upon-Soar Churchyard, Leicester.
On Cave.
Here, in the Grave, there lies a Cave,
We call a Cave a Grave—
If Cave be Grave, and Grave be Cave,
Then, reader, judge, I crave,
Whether doth Cave here lie in Grave,
Or Grave here lie in Cave;
If Grave in Cave here buried be,
Then, Grave, where is thy victory?
Go, reader, and report, here lies a Cave,
Who conquers Death, and buries his own Grava.
IN FETTERESSO CHURCHYARD.
Pain was my portion,
Physic was my food;
Sighs were my devotion;
Drugs did me no good:
