Learn, curious Reader, e'er you pass,
That once Sir EDWARD DENNY was
A Courtier of the Chamber,
A Soldier of the Field;
Whofe Tongue cou'd never flatter,
Whose Heart cou'd never yield.
[Waltham-Abbey, Hertfordshire.]
On Sir HENRY NEWTON, Knt.
Sir HENRY NEWTON, of Burscourt,
In the County of Gloucefter, Knight:
Who married CATHERINE, the Daughter of
Sir THOMAS PASTON, of Norfolk, Knight,
By whom he had Two Sons, and Four Daughters;
And when he had lived full Seventy Years,
Religiously towards GoD,
Loyally towards his Prince,
And
Virtuously towards Men,
Ended his Life in the Year of Grace 1599,
In affured Hopes of a glorious Resurrection.
GURNEY, HAMPTON, CRADOCK, NEWTON, last,
Held on the Measure of that antient Line
Of Barons Blood: full Seventy Years he past,
And did in Peace his facred Soul refign.
His CHRIST he lov'd, he lov'd to feed the Poor ;
Such Love affures a Life that dies no more.
On the Lady VENUTIAN DIGBY..
By T. Randolph.
Beauty itself lies here, in whom alone
Each Part enjoy'd the fame Perfection.
In fome the Eyes we praise, in some the Hair,,
In her the Lips, in her the Cheeks are fair;
That Nymphs fine Feet, her Hands we beauteous call;
But in this Form we praise no Part, but all.
The Ages paft have many Beauties shown,
And I more Plenty in our Time have known
But in the Age to come, I look for none;
Nature despairs, because the Pattern's gone..
Reader, if thou haft a Tear,
Thou can'ft not choose but pay it here !!
Here lies Modefty, Meekneffe, Zeale,
Goodneffe, Piety, and to tell
Her Worth at once, one that had shown
All Vertues that her Sex could own;
Nor dare my Praise too lavish be,
Leaft her Duft blush, for fo would fhe..
Haft thou beheld, in the Spring's Bowers,
Tender Buds break to bring forth Flowers ?
So to keep Vertue's Stock, pale Death
Took her, to give her Infant Breath.
Thus her Accounts were all made even;
She robb'd not Earth to add to Heaven.
Here lies the knowing Head, the honeft Heart,
Fair Blood, and courteous Hands, and every
Of gentle WARRE; all with one Stone content,
Tho' each deferv'd a feveral Monument.
He was, believe me, Reader! for 'tis rare,
Vertuous tho' young, and learned tho' an Heir;
Not with his Blood or Nature's Gifts content,
He paid them both their Tribute which they lent.
His Ancestors in him fixed their Pride;
So with him all reviv'd, with him all dy'd :
This made Death ling'ring come, asham'd to be
At once the Ruine of a Family!
Learn Reader here! tho' long thy Life hath flood,
Time breeds Confumptions in the nobleft. Blood.
Learn Reader here! to what our Glories come;
Here's no Diftinction 'twixt the House and Tomb.
On Sir ROBERT COTTON, the Antiquary..
Pofterity hath many Fates bemoan'd,
But Ages long fince past for thee have groan'd;
Time's Trophies thou didst rescue from the Grave,
Who, in thy Death, a fecond Burial have.
COTTON, Death's Conqueft now compleat I fee,.
Who ne'er had vanquish'd all things, but in thee!
Here lieth entombed
MARY, Lady DUDLEY,
Daughter of
WILLIAM, Lord Howard of Effingham,
In his Time
Lord High Admiral of England,
Lord Chamberlaine, and Lord Privy-Seale.
She was Grandchild to
THOMAS, Duke of Norfolk,
The Second of that Sir-name;
CHARLES HOWARD, Earl of Nottingham,
Lord High Admiral of England;
By whose profperous Direction,
Through the Goodness of GOD,
In defending his Hand-maid, Queen ELIZABETH,
The whole Fleet of Spain was defeated,
And difcomfited.
She was first married to
EDWARD SUTTON, Lord Dudley;
And after to
RICHARD MOUNTPESSON, Efq;
Who, in the Memory of her Virtues,
And last Testimony of his Love,
Erected this Monument.
She flept in CHRIST JESUS, in the Year
Of our Lord 1600, the 21ft of Aug.
Attending the joyful Day of the Refurrection.
Who forted all his Actions to that End, This Cities Glory, every good Man's Love, In Life, in Death, the Poore's perpetual Friend. As hofpitable as they speak of Jove, And fo his Zeale: but how dare we commend?
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