A time shall come when these green trees shall fall,

And Isaac Greentree rise above them all.

ON THOMAS GREENHILL, OXFORDSHIRE, 1624.

He once a Hill was fresh and Green,

Now withered is not to be seen;

Earth in earth shovelled up is shut,

A Hill into a Hole is put;

But darksome earth by Power Divine,

Bright at last as the sun may shine.

ON A CORONER WHO HANGED HIMSELF.