Here lies two brothers by misfortune surrounded;
One died of his wounds but the other was drownded.
Epitaph of Susan Blake.
Written by Sir Thomas Moore at her urgent entreaty.
Good Susan Blake in royal state
Arrived at last at Heaven's gate.
(After an absence of years and having fallen out with her he added these two lines.)
"But Peter met her with a club
And knocked her back to Beelzebub."
Beneath this stone in hopes of Zion,
Doeth lay the landlord of the Lion.
His son keeps in the business still
Resigned unto His heavenly will.
John Palfryman who is buried here
Was aged four and twenty years.
And near this place his Mother lies
Likewise his father when he dies.
Salisbury.
Farewell vain world I've had enough of thee,
And value not what thou canst say of me;
Thy smiles I court not, nor thy frowns I fear,
All's one to me, my head lies quiet here;
What faults thou'st seen in me take care to shun
And look at home, there's something to be done
Like a tender rose-tree was my spouse to me.
Her offspring plucked too long deprived of life is she.
Three went before, her life went with the sixth:
I stay with the three our sorrows for to mix,
Till Christ our only hope our joys doth fix.