On William Bird.
One charming Bird to Paradise is flown,
Yet are we not of comfort quite bereft:
Since one of this fair brood is still our own,
And still to cheer our drooping souls is left.
This stays with us while that his flight doth take,
That earth and skies may one sweet concert make.
ST. ANDREW’S.
On Walter Good.
A thing here singular this doth unfold,
Name and nature due proportion hold;
In real goodness who did live his days,
He cannot fail to die well, to his praise.
ST. GILES, CRIPPLEGATE.
On Gervase Aire.
Under this marble fair,
Lies the body entomb’d of Gervase Aire:
He dyd not of an ague fit,
Nor surfeited by too much wit,
Methinks this was a wondrous death,
That Aire should die for want of breath.
ST. PAUL’S CATHEDRAL.
On Sir Henry Croft.