This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1796 Excerpt: ...Had kings a power to lend their subjects breath, Treherne, thou should'st not be cast down by death; Thy royal master still would keep thee then, But length of days are beyond reach of men; Nor wealth, nor strength, nor great men's love can ease The wound death's arrows make, for thou hast these; In thy king's court good place is given, Whence thou shalt go to thy king's court in heaven. St. Saviour's, Southwark. In memory of Richard Humble, Esq. Alderman of London, 1616. Like to the damask rose you see, Or like the blossom on the tree, Or Or like the dainty flow'r of May, Or like the morning of the day, Or like the sun, or like the shade, Or like the gourd which Jonas had. Even so is man, whose thread is spun, Drawn out, and cut, and so is done: The rose withers, the blossom blasteth, The flower fades, the morning hasteth, The sun sets, the shadow flies, The gourd consumes, and man he dies. Stepney. Mrs. Mary Morley, late of Lymehouse, Died September 12, 1700, aged 32. Stay, reader, stand, and spend a tear, And think of me, who now lye here; And while you read the state of me, Think on the glass that runs for the e. St. Saviour's, Southwark. Dr. Lockyer, deceased April 26, A. D. 1672, aged 72. Here Lockyer lies interr'd; enough--his name Speaks one hath few competitors in fame; A name so great, so gen'ral, it may scorn Inscriptions, which do vulgar tombs adorn. A diminution 'tis to write in verse His eulogies, which most men's mouths rehearse; His virtues and his pills are so well known, That envy can't confine them under stone; But they'll survive his dust, and not expire, Till all things else at th' universal fire; This verse is lost, his pills embalm him safe To futuje times, without an epitaph. Stepney. Captain Richard Matthew was buried here 1665, and...