Here a colony lyes, then,
Both of qualityes and men.
Yeares he liv’d well nigh fourscore;
But count his vertues, he liv’d more;
And number him by doeing good,
He liv’d their age beyond the Flood.
Should wee undertake his story,
Truth would seeme fain’d, and plainesse glory:
Beside, this tablet were too small,
Add to the pillers and the wall.