Thus fame’s faire finger in his manly prime,
With honor’d touch in death did close his eies,
Whose glorie shall outlast the prints of time,
Caru’d in his brow, and like the sunne in skies,
In darkest times each day shall fresh arise;
For to my verse if heauen such grace do giue,
True noble knight, thy name shall euer liue.
341.
An. Reg. 34. Out of M. R. Hak. in the last part of his second volume.
His ghost regardlesse did not passe away