Fresh strewings allow To my sepulchre now, To make my lodging the sweeter; A staff or a wand Put then in my hand, With a penny to pay S. Peter. Who has not a cross Must sit with the loss, And no whit further must venture; Since the porter he Will paid have his fee, Or else not one there must enter. Who at a dead lift Can't send for a gift A pig to the priest for a roaster, Shall hear his clerk say, By yea and by nay, _No penny, no paternoster_. _S. Peter_, as the gate-ward of heaven. _Cross_, a coin. 763. TO DOCTOR ALABASTER. Nor art thou less esteem'd that I have plac'd, Amongst mine honour'd, thee almost the last: In great processions many lead the way To him who is the triumph of the day, As these have done to thee who art the one, One only glory of a million: In whom the spirit of the gods does dwell, Firing thy soul, by which thou dost foretell When this or that vast dynasty must fall Down to a fillet more imperial; When this or that horn shall be broke, and when Others shall spring up in their place again; When times and seasons and all years must lie Drowned in the sea of wild eternity; When the black doomsday books, as yet unseal'd, Shall by the mighty angel be reveal'd; And when the trumpet which thou late hast found Shall call to judgment. Tell us when the sound Of this or that great April day shall be, And next the Gospel we will credit thee. Meantime like earth-worms we will crawl below, And wonder at those things that thou dost know. For an account of Alabaster see Notes: the allusions here are to his apocalyptic writings. _Horn_, used as a symbol of prosperity. _The trumpet which thou late hast found_, _i.e._, Alabaster's "Spiraculum Tubarum seu Fons Spiritualium Expositionum," published 1633. _April day_, day of weeping, or perhaps rather of "opening" or revelation. 764. UPON HIS KINSWOMAN, MRS. M. S. Here lies a virgin, and as sweet As e'er was wrapt in winding sheet. Her name if next you would have known, The marble speaks it, Mary Stone: Who dying in her blooming years, This stone for name's sake melts to tears. If, fragrant virgins, you'll but keep A fast, while jets and marbles weep, And praying, strew some roses on her, You'll do my niece abundant honour. 765. FELICITY KNOWS NO FENCE. Of both our fortunes good and bad we find Prosperity more searching of the mind: Felicity flies o'er the wall and fence, While misery keeps in with patience. 766. DEATH ENDS ALL WOE. Time is the bound of things; where'er we go _Fate gives a meeting, Death's the end of woe_. 767. A CONJURATION TO ELECTRA.