“Epitaph on Maister Edwards, sometime Maister of the Children of the Chappell, and Gentleman of Lyncolnes Inne of Court—
“Ye Learned Muses nine, and sacred Sisters all,
Now lay your cheereful Cithrons downe and to lamenting fall.
Rent off those garlandes greene, doe laurel leaves away,
Remove the myrtill from your browes, and stint on strings to play;
For he that led the daunce, the chiefest of your traine,
I meane the man that Edwards height, by cruell death is slaine.
Ye courtyers chaunge your cheere, lament in wailfull wise,
For now your Orpheus hath resignd, in clay his Carcas lies.
O ruth, he is bereft, that whilst he liued heere,