Marshal of England, and of Mary his wife, sister and sole heir of Henry, Lord Stafford, who was the heir-male of the most high, mighty, and most noble Prince Edward, last Duke of Buckingham of that most illustrious name and family, by whom he had no issue. He died in the 77th year of his age, on the 5th of March, in the year of our Lord 1674.--By Edward Walker, Garter King of Arms." EPITAPH ON THE MONUMENT OF THE MARQUIS OF WINCHESTER. He who, in impious times, undaunted stood, And 'midst rebellion durst be just and good; Whose arms asserted, and whose sufferings more Confirmed the cause for which he fought before, Rests here, rewarded by an heavenly prince, For what his earthly could not recompence. Pray, reader, that such times no more appear; Or, if they happen, learn true honour here. Ask of this age's faith and loyalty, Which, to preserve them, heaven confined in thee. Few subjects could a king like thine deserve; And fewer, such a king so well could serve. Blest king, blest subject, whose exalted state By sufferings rose, and gave the law to fate! Such souls are rare, but mighty patterns given To earth, and meant for ornaments to heaven. EPITAPH ON SIR PALMES FAIRBONE'S TOMB IN WESTMINSTER-ABBEY. _Sacred to the immortal memory of Sir_ PALMES FAIRBONE, _Knight, Governor of Tangier; in execution of which command he was mortally wounded by a shot from the Moors, then besieging the town, in the forty-sixth year of his age, October_ 24, 1680. Ye sacred relics, which your marble keep, Here, undisturbed by wars, in quiet sleep; Discharge the trust, which, when it was below, } Fairbone's undaunted soul did undergo, } And be the town's palladium from the foe. } Alive and dead these walls he will defend: Great actions great examples must attend. The Candian siege his early valour knew, Where Turkish blood did his young hands imbrue. From thence returning with deserved applause, } Against the Moors his well-fleshed sword he draws; } The same the courage, and the same the cause. } His youth and age, his life and death, combine, } As in some great and regular design, } All of a piece throughout, and all divine. } Still nearer heaven his virtues shone more bright, } Like rising flames expanding in their height; } The martyr's glory crowned the soldier's fight. } More bravely British general never fell, Nor general's death was e'er revenged so well; Which his pleased eyes beheld before their close, Followed by thousand victims of his foes.[95] To his lamented loss, for time to come, His pious widow consecrates this tomb. [Footnote 95: The following account of the manner in which Sir Palmes Fairbone fell, and of the revenge to which the author alludes, is taken from the Gazette of the time: