His body was therefore carried from the palace at Westminster, where he died, to Canterbury. There, as it entered the gates, it was met by a warrior, mounted on a prancing steed. He was armed for war, and bore the Prince's arms quartered. Then came four men carrying banners, each of whom wore on his head a cap with the Prince's arms. A few steps further on the funeral procession was met by a second knight. He also rode a stately steed; but he was armed for peace, and bore the Prince's badge of ostrich feathers. Preceded by these warriors, the funeral procession advanced through the city till it reached the cathedral. Then the body of the brave Prince was laid before the high altar, and vigils and masses were said in honour of it till the time came when it must be carried to its last resting-place in the Lady Chapel. There it was buried at a distance of ten feet from the shrine of the martyr St. Thomas, whom the Prince, when alive, had always delighted to honour. Over it soon rose the noble monument which still marks the spot where lie the remains of the great warrior. Respecting his tomb also he had left minute directions. The tomb was of marble, sculptured all round with twelve shields, each a foot high. On six of the shields were his arms, and on the other six his badge of ostrich feathers. On the top lay his recumbent figure, worked in relief in copper gilt. He was represented in full armour, wearing his helmet with his crest of a leopard engraved upon it. He himself composed the epitaph which is graven on his tomb; and it gives us a faithful picture of the mind of the man who wrote it. It was written in French, and may be thus translated: All ye that pass with closed mouth By where this body reposes, Hear this that I shall tell you, Just as I know to say it. Such as thou art, such was I: You shall be such as I am; Of death I never thought, So long as I had life. On earth I had great riches, Of which I made great nobleness, Land, houses, and great wealth, Clothes, horses, silver, and gold: But now I am poor and wretched; Deep in the earth I lie; My great beauty is all gone; My flesh is all wasted; Right narrow is my house; With me nought but truth remains. And if now ye should see me, I do not think that you would say That ever I had been a man, So totally am I changed. For God's sake pray the heavenly King That He have mercy on my soul. All they who pray for me, Or make accord to God for me, God give them His paradise, Where no men are wretched.