AN EPITAPH.
WIthin this sacred VAULT doth lie
The Quintessence of MAjESTIE;
Which being Set, more Glorious shines,
The Best of KINGS, best of Divines;
Britains shame, and Britains glory,
Mirrour of Princes, complete Story
Of ROYALTY; One so exact
That th' Elixirs of Praise detract:
These are faint Shadows; But t'endure,
Hee's drawn toth' Life in's POƲRTRACTƲRE:
If such another PIECE you'ld see,
Angels must Limn ít out, or HEE;
Where Wisdom, Grace, and Eloquence,
Are Centred in their Eminence.
Martyr'd HEE was to save His Lawes,
Religion, People, from the Jawes
Of ASSASINES; whose weale HEE sought,
Even then when they His MURDER wrought
With horrid Plots, that HEADLESS He
(And in HIM Church and State) might be.
Then since Correlatives They were,
Three Kingdoms in One KING lies here.
A. B.