Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

Epitaphs. 231Or else thy foes may weepe, as then they didAs when thou dyest, but all their teares were blood.O what a tempest, what a sea was forc't,Of tribute, groanes and teares, to waft one ghost.No way but death they had to flie thy face :Thou quit's thy body to pursue thy chase.But who pretends thy praise in best expression,Indites his judgment of confest presumption.Bold tongue, touch not that head, that heart, that handWhich brought on's knees (when he did tip-to stand)The pride of Austria, back't what all but heaven.Himselfe of all, but of himselfe bereven.Thus having plum'd th'imperiall bird alone,Upon those eagle wings to heaven he's flowne :Why should he stay on earth, the game is done ;Others can part the stake that hee hath wonne,9Tis low ambition, underneath his story,To ayme at any crowne, but that of glory.Then cannon play, his body's sacrific'd,He is not cannon'd, no he's canoniz'd17. On a Lyer.Good passenger!here lies one here,That living did lie every where.18. On a Dyer.He lives with God, none can deny,That while he liv'd to th'world did dv.