ON MARY ANGEL, STEPNEY, 1693.
To say an angel here interred doth lie,
May be thought strange, for angels never die;
Indeed some fell from heaven to hell,
Are lost to rise no more;
This only fell from death to earth,
Not lost but gone before;
Her dust lodged here, her soul perfect in grace,
Among saints and angels now hath took its place.
Beloe, in his Anecdotes, gives the following on William Lawes, the musical composer, who was killed by the Roundheads:—