No pride to say, the sometime part of me.
What pain and anguish doth afflict the head,
The heart, and stomach, when the limbs are dead;
So grieved, I kiss your graves, and vow to die, 35
A foster-father to your memory.
Thomas James.
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EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS.
The Lady Mary Villiers lies
Under this stone: with weeping eyes
The parents that first gave her birth,