These Trophees I erect,

Whiles memory remaines:

An epitomiz’d Epitaph,

On Lithgows restlesse paines:

My will’s inclos’d with love,

My love with earthly blis:

My blisse in substance doth consist,

To crave no more but this.

Thou first, is, was, and last,

Eternall, of thy grace,