Then took to his bed, and died upon Sunday.
ALL SAINTS, NEWCASTLE.
Here lies poor Wallace,
The prince of good fellows,
Clerk of Allhallows,
And maker of bellows.
He bellows did make till the day of his death;
But he that made bellows could never make breath.
IN CALSTOCK CHURCHYARD, CORNWALL.
’Twas by a fall I caught my death;