THE Portracture of Sir THOMAS OVERBVRY Knight. AETAT. 32.
His Epitaph written by himselfe
The Span of my dayes meassur'd, heere I rest
That is, my body: but my soule, his [...]est,
Is hence ascended where neither Tyme,
Nor Faith: nor Hope, but onely loue can clime,
Where being more enlightned, Shee doth know
The truth of all, men argue of below:
Onely this dust doth heere in [...] remaine,
That when the world dissolues she come againe.
Tho: Ouerburie
Compton Holland excudit
Those Swan-like notes, sung so inspiredly
to thy vntimely fall, proue most exact
Line's drawne from Life: & thy swift Tragedie
showes but thine owne Soules Prophecie in Act.
Thy Name, and Vertues fiue: To kill thy Mould
was all Imprisonment, and Poyson could.
But thy more-heauenly-Self, from double chaines
sett free (at once) Thy Body, and the Tower,
In that Supreme vnpartiall Court remaines,
wher nor Ambition, Enuy Lust haue power:
Redeem'd from poysonous plotts, from Witches charmes,
from Weston's & th'Apothecaries harmes.
W. P.