Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix forever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod.—Bryant.
WHIMSICAL WILL.
By William Hunnis, Chapel-master to Queen Elizabeth:—
To God my soule I do bequeathe, because it is his owen,
My body to be layd in grave, where to my friends best knowen;