[S. Dunstanes in the VVest.] Faringdon Ward without. [Monuments.]259

[S. Dunstanes in the VVest.] Faringdon Ward without. [Monuments.]

Abdita naturæ &     
rerum cognoscere vires     
Occultas, vivo     
maxima cura fuit.

H. Talibus imbutum studiis     
reor esse beatum,     
Sed lethi causam     
tu mihi quæso refer?

C. Urbe ista passim dum     
sævit lucida pestis,     
Occidit heu! telo,     
pestis acuta, tuo.

H. O durum fatum! sed     
sculptum cur stat in urna     
Numen Amicitiæ,     
Civis amice, refer?

C. Numen Amicitiæ quo magni     
hæc machina Mundi     
Constat, divina     
quæ fabricata manu,     
Hujus acerba viri     
deplorat funera, dicens,     
Vives, O veræ     
cultor Amicitiæ,     
Donec summa dies     
nostros dissolverit artus,     
Corruat & summa     
mundus ab arce poli.

H. Mercurius nitidis     
cur stat caducifer alis     
Hic? luget magnus     
funera & ista Deus?

C. Nuncius ille Deum plangens     
sua pectora palma,     
Incusans Parcas     
talia verba refert:     
Crudeles Parcæ     
nostrum rapuistis Alumnum,     
Artibus ornatum,     
muneribusque meis     
In terris, cujus docti     
Monumenta laboris     
Extant, & nullo     
sunt peritura die.

Obiit 1563. Octob. 13. { Aridum vitis non deserit ulmum.

The Memoriall of William Crowche, Citizen and Mercer of London, and one of the Common Councell of this Citry. Who gave by his Will, ten Shillings a Yeere for a Sermon on his Funerall Day; and forty Shillings yeerly, for a Dinner to be made on that Day, for the Common Councell, the Churchwardens, and Twelve Freemen of this Parish, at the Election of his Executors. And he also gave ten Pounds a Yeere for ever, to be distributed yeerely, among Sixe and thirty poore People, of honest Life, dwelling in this Parish. Hee was buried neere to this Place, the sixteenth day of April, Anno Domini 1606.

A small Table Monument on a Pillar in the North Ile of the Quire.

Loe, thus he dyed, for     
vaine and fraile in Flesh;
Yet lives his Soule (by Faith)     
in endlesse Blisse;
By Faith in Christ; whose     
Grace was so inlarged,
That by his Bloud, Man's     
Sinne he hath discharged.

Here lieth George Harington, of Salby, Esq. Who died the ninth day of October, 1556.

On the same Pillar.

Here lieth Laurence Dalton, Esquire, late Norroy, King of Armes; who deceased on Saturday the thirteenth of December, 1561. And Dorothy his Wife, Daughter to Rich. Breame, late of London, Esquire.

On the same Pillar.

Henry Leigh, sometime Citizen and Draper of London; a Man borne of a good Family, whose Life and Conversation was pleasing to God and Man. Departed out of this Life the ninth day of April, An. Dom. 1568. And lieth buried in the Churchyard by his two Wives, Isabel and Elizabeth, both very vertuous; good to their Neighbours, and therefore right heartily beloved.

On the same Pillar.

Here lieth buried Colborne, Esquire, late Yorke Herald of Armes. Who deceased on Saturday, the thirteenth of September, 1567. and was buried on Munday, the 15th of the same Moneth.

On the same Pillar.

Memoriæ Sacrum.
Hic jacet Cutbertus Fetherstone, Generos. nuper Optiarius & Proclamator Dom. Regis, in Curia ipsius Regis coram ipso Rege ubicunque fuerat in Anglia.
Functus est hoc munere, Ann. 35. Obiit 10 Decembris, 1615. Ætatis 78.

A comely Monument in the Wall of the South Ile.

Quem sæpe transiit casus, aliquando invenit.

A fair Table in a Glass, upon a Pillar in the middle Ile, this written on.

R.

The comfortable Farewell of a young Infant, sighed out in his dying Sickness, to his mournefull Parents.

Let not my Father greeve,     
or Mother moane,
That I this wretched World     
have soone forgone:
Better I dye     
before I doe amisse,
Than live to sinne,     
and be bereft of Blisse.
All that I can be charg'd with     
at the Tribunall Throne,
Is Sinne Originall,     
for Actuall I have none.
And that I know     
my Saviour with his Blood
Hath washt away,     
and made my Badness good.
And 'cause I know (though     
Knowledge I have small)
That Jesus Christ did dye     
to save us all;
I passe with Joy, in Heaven     
to meet my King,
With Angels and Archangels     
there to sing.
Then Father mourne,     
and Mother weepe no more,
I now dye rich, that might     
have liv'd but poore;
For had I progrest     
unto Man's Estate,
It is not certaine     
what would be my Fate:
Whether a Crosse, or     
Blessing I should prove,
Or merit Parents     
direfull Hate, or Love.

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