Were deemed the same, and this our pockets rue,
For on this creed is built our sacred showman's,
Who has his poets and his profits too.
EPITAPH IN BRENTWOOD CHURCHYARD, ESSEX.
Here lyes Isaac Greentree.
A wag passing through the churchyard, wrote as follows:—
There is a time when these green trees shall fall,
And Isaac Greentree rise above them all.