_Thomas Occleue_, or _Okelefe_, of the Office of the Privy Seal, sometime Chaucer's Scholar, for the love he bore to the said _Geoffrey_ his Master, caused his Picture to be truly drawn in his Book, _De Regimine Principis_, dedicated to _Henry_ the Fifth; according to which, that his Picture drawn upon his Monument was made, as also the Monument it self, at the Cost and Charges of _Nicolas Brigham_ Gentleman, _Anno_ 1555. who buried his Daughter _Rachel_, a Child of four years of Age, near to the Tomb of this old Poet, the _21th_. of _June_ 1557. Such was his Love to the Muses; and on his Tomb these Verses were inscribed: _Qui fuit_ Anglorum _Vates ter maximus olim_, Galfridus Chaucer, _conditur hoc Tumulo, Annum si quaeras Domini, si tempora Mortis, Ecce notae subsunt, quae tibi cuncta notant_; 25 Octobris 1400. _AErumnarum requies Mors_. N. Brigham _hos fecit Musarum nomine sumptus_. About the Ledge of the Tomb these Verses were written; _Si rogitas quis eram, forsante Fama docebit, Quod si Fama negat, Mundi quia Gloria transit, Haec Monumenta lege_. The foresaid _Thomas Occleve_, under the Picture of _Chaucer_, had these Verses: Although his Life be queint, the resemblance Of him that hath in me so fresh liveliness, That to put other men in remembrance Of his Person I have here the likeness Do make, to the end in Soothfastness, That they that of him have lost thought and mind, By this peniture may again him find. In his foresaid Book, _De Regimine Principis_, he thus writes of him: But welaway is mine heart wo, That the honour of _English_ Tongue is dead; Of which I wont was counsaile haue and reed: O Master dere, and Fadre reuerent: My Master _Chaucer_ Floure of Eloquence, Mirror of fructuous entendement: O vniuersal fadre of Science: Alas that thou thine excellent Prudence In thy Bed mortal mightest not bequeath. What eyl'd Death, alas why would she the fle? O Death, thou didst not harm singler in slaughter of him, But all the Land it smerteth; But natheless yet hast thou no power his name flee, But his vertue afterteth Unslain fro thee; which ay us lifely herteth, With Books of his ornat enditing, That is to all this Land enlumining. In another place of his said Book, he writes thus; Alas my worthy Maister honourable, This Land's very Treasure and Richess! Death by thy Death hath harm irreparable Unto us done: her vengeable duress Dispoiled hath this Land of the sweetness Of Rhetorige; for unto _Tullius_ Was never man so like among us: Also who was here in Philosophy To _Aristotle_, in our Tongue, but thee? The Steps of _Virgil_ in Poesie, Thou suedst eken men know well enough, What combre world that thee my Master slough Would I slaine were. _John Lidgate_ likewise in his Prologue of _Bocchas_, of the _Fall of Princes_, by him translated, saith thus in his Commendation: