“Sacred to the memory of Miss Martha Gwynn,
Who was so very pure within,
She burst the outer shell of sin,
And hatched herself a cherubim.”
HODDESDON.
Captain Henry Graves, died 17th Aug. 1702,
Aged 52 years.
Here, in one Grave, more than one Grave lies—
Envious Death at last hath gained his prize;
No pills or potions could make Death tarry,
Resolved he was to fetch away Old Harry.
Ye foolish doctors, could you all miscarry?
Great were his actions on the boisterous waves,
Resistless seas could never conquer Graves.
Ah! Colchester, lament his overthow,
Unhappily, you lost him at a blow;
Each marine hero for him shed a tear,
St. Margaret’s, too, in this must have a share.
HERTFORD.
woman.
“Grieve not for me, my husband dear,
I am not dead, but sleepeth here;
With patience wait, prepare to die,
And in a short time you’ll come to I.”man.
“I am not grieved, my dearest life;
Sleep on,—I have got another wife;
Therefore, I cannot come to thee,
For I must go and live with she.”
ALDENHAM.
John Robinson.
Death parts the dearest Lovers for awhile,
And makes them mourn, who only used to smile,
But after Death our unmixt loves shall tie
Eternal knots betwixt my dear and I.