I were unkind unless that I did shed, Before I part, some tears upon our dead: And when my eyes be dry, I will not cease In heart to pray their bones may rest in peace: Their better parts (good souls) I know were given 5 With an intent they should return to heaven: Their lives they spent to the last drop of blood, Seeking God’s glory and their country’s good. And as a valiant soldier rather dies, Than yields his courage to his enemies; 10 And stops their way with his hewed flesh, when death Hath quite deprived him of his strength and breath; So have they spent themselves; and here they lie, A famous mark of our discovery. We that survive, perchance may end our days 15 In some employment meriting no praise; And in a dung-hill rot, when no man names The memory of us, but to our shames. They have outlived this fear, and their brave ends Will ever be an honour to their friends. 20 Why drop you so, mine eyes? Nay rather pour My sad departure in a solemn shower. The winter’s cold, that lately froze our blood, Now were it so extreme, might do this good, As make these tears bright pearls, which I would lay 25 Tombed safely with you till doom’s fatal day; That in this solitary place, where none Will ever come to breathe a sigh or groan, Some remnant might be extant of the true And faithful love I ever tendered you. 30 Oh! rest in peace, dear friends, and, let it be No pride to say, the sometime part of me. What pain and anguish doth afflict the head, The heart, and stomach, when the limbs are dead; So grieved, I kiss your graves, and vow to die, 35 A foster-father to your memory. _Thomas James._ CXX _EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS._ The Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone: with weeping eyes The parents that first gave her birth, And their sad friends, laid her in earth. If any of them, reader, were 5 Known unto thee, shed a tear: Or if thyself possess a gem, As dear to thee as this to them, Though a stranger to this place, Bewail in their’s thine own hard case; 10 For thou perhaps at thy return Mayst find thy darling in an urn. _Thomas Carew._ CXXI _EXEQUY ON HIS WIFE._