“Stay, passenger, a while and read
Your doome I am
You must bee dead.”
The uncertainty as to what this malignant gentleman really intends to convey does by no means lessen his impressiveness.
The lengthiest of them all is the following, on a time-worn altar-tomb outside the porch:
“Pro. x. 7. The memory of the ivst is blessed.
“An epitaph on William Lee, the Father, and Robert Lee, the son: both buryed together in one grave. October the 2: 1658.
“Reader aske not who lyes here
Vnlesse thou meanst to drop a tear.
Father and son heere joyntly have