My time is out, my glass is run,
I never more shan’t see the sun;
To live for ever, no man don’t,
The Lord does not think fitting on’t.
COVENTRY.
Upon a rich Merchant’s Wife.
She was What was,
But words are Wanting to say what a One.
What a Wife should be,
She was that.
STRATFORD ON AVON.
On Shakspeare’s Monument are engraved the following distich and lines:—
“Judicio Pylium, genio Socratem, arte Maronem,
Terra tegit, populus mœret, Olympus habet.”“Stay, passenger, why dost thou go so fast?
Read, if thou canst, what envious death hath placed
Within this monument; Shakspeare, with whom
Quick nature died; whose name doth deck the tomb
Far more than cost, since all that he hath writ
Leaves living art but page unto his wit.”
Westmoreland.
RAVENSTONEDALE.
Here lies a Wife,
Mary Metcalf,
Where I was born, or when,
It matters not,—
To whom related, or
By whom begot.