One dy’d of his wounds & the other was drownded.
AT SARAGOSSA, SPAIN.
Here lies John Quebecca, precentor to My Lord the King. When he is admitted to the choir of angels, whose society he will embellish, and where he will distinguish himself by his powers of song, God shall say to the angels, “Cease, ye calves! and let me hear John Quebecca, the precentor of My Lord the King!”
ROCHESTER’S EPITAPH ON CHARLES II.
Here lies our sovereign lord the king,
Whose word no man relied on;
Who never said a foolish thing,
And never did a wise one.
FROM A GRAVESTONE IN ESSEX, ENGLAND.
Here lies the man Richard,