Stay thee a short space here, good passer-by, Upon thy way; Wherein a little while thou too must lie, Haste as thou may. Certes thou knowest that thy life-long quest Leads hither--to the long, long sleep and rest: Grudge thee not, then, the tribute of a tear, Whilst, ling'ring, to this stone thou drawest near. It will reward thy stay, It will thy tears repay, To know Below lies William, Of the family of Harris, The most splendid name Where all have fame. Knowing that such an one did live, And how he liv'd--great, noble, wise-- Know how all mortal hopes are fugitive; Height gauging depth with 'Here he lies.' { As infant Essex } Whom { As youth Cambridge } saw. Ah, miserable and lamenting both, that they See not his golden locks in years grow gray! He was A student of Christ College, A fellow of Pembroke Hall: To have him The two Colleges did strive In rivalry of love: But the great God put in His negative, Calling him Above, To gain ampler knowledge In the Heavenly College, Of which he was on earth a student consecrate; So, when Death summon'd him, he went elate. So wise his wit, By genius lit, In himself alone Many in one, You had a College, where Graces and Muses fair With Religion, you might see Twin'd hand in hand in amity. { Eloquence as an Orator } { Poetry as a Poet } Whom { Each as a Philosopher } owned: { All as a Christian } { By faith the world } { By hope Heaven } Who { By love his fellow-men } conquered; { By himself himself } Of whom The ripen'd mind under a youthful face; Severest virtue under courtliest grace; Few years his, yet mellow'd as in age; A modesty that did all hearts engage: These self-reveal'd and self-revealing, That all his life seem'd but a fine concealing.