As to think no more of death than ducking,
Being so stout a Pope’s believer,
Went to death as he would swim a river;
The priest’ clear’d all the passes for him,
Invok’d the saints full well to store him:
So in his death there were no bands,
Although his neck did feel some pains.
He smil’d his coffin to look upon,
Whereon was this inscription,
Carolus Comes de Derwentwater,