Epitaph on Elizabeth L. H
WOULDST thou hear what many sayIn a little?—reader, stay.
Underneath this stone doth lieAs much beauty as could die;Which in life did harbour giveTo more virtue than doth live.If at all she had a fault,Leave it buried in this vault.One name was Elizabeth,The other, let it sleep with death:Fitter where it died to tellThan that it lived at all. Farewell!