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

Epitaphs. 283Where from their pulpits seal'd with dust,They preach, In greatnesse is no trust.Here's an Acre sown indeed,With the richest, royal'st seed,That the earth did e'r suck in,Since the first Man dy'd for sin.Here the bones of birth have cry'd,Though Gods they were, as men they dy'd:Here are Sands, ignoble things,Dropt from the ruin'd sides of Kings,Here's a world of Pomp and StateBuried in Dust, once dead by Fate."*'^fraiCf 3OT ( 9'Cftl&t}fc0d W0*8 SJfJJ^ ^ 7-7- r .-,204. On Queen Elizabeth.Kings, Queens, Mens, Virgins eyesSee where the mirrour lyes,In whom her friends have seen,A Kings state in a Queen :In whom her foes survai'd,A mans heart in a Maid.Whom lest Men for her Piety,:.ftt3Should grow to think some Deity ;Heaven hence by death did summonHer, to shew that she was Woman.i li 'IIaaflsHOn Queen Anne, who dyed in March, was kept allAprill,and buried in May.March with his winds hath struck a Cedar tall,And weeping Aprill mourns the Cedars fall :