and the wisest could have done no more, nor so much. But thus this fat foole fills a leane grave with his carkasse; upon which grave the King caused a stone of marble to bee put, on which poets writ these lines in remembrance of him: 'He that gard all men till jeare, Jemy a Camber he ligges here: Pray for his Sale, for he is geane. And here a ligges beneath this steane. The following poetical picture of him is exact and curious. “This Fat Foole was a Scot borne, brought up In Sterlin, twenty miles from Edinborough; Who being but young, was for the King caught up, Serv'd this King's father all his lifetime through. A yard high and a nayle, no more his stature, Smooth fac't, fayre spoken, yet unkynde by nature. Two yards in compassé and a nayle I reade Was he at forty yeeres, since when I heard not; Nor of his life or death, and further heede, Since I never read, I looke not, nor regard not, But what at that time Jemy Camber was As I have heard, lie write, and so let passe. His head was small, his hayre long on the same, One eare was bigger than the other farre: His fore-head full, his eyes shinde like a flame,” His nose flat, and his beard small, yet grew square; His lips but little, and his wit was lesse, But wide of mouth, few teeth I must confesse. His middle thicke, as I have said before, Indifferent thighes and knees, but very short; His legs be square, a foot long, and no more, Whose very presence made the King much sport. And a pearle spoone he still wore in his cap, To eate his meate he lov'd, and got by hap A pretty little foote, but a big hand, On which he ever wore rings rich and good: Backward well made as any in that land, Though thicke, and he did eome of gentle bloud; But of his wisdome, ye shall quickly heare, How this Fat Foole was made on every where.”