For though his body's under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft.

For though his body's under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft.

Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem.

Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem.

And be the Spartan's epitaph on me--
"Sparta hath many a worthier son than he."

And be the Spartan's epitaph on me--
"Sparta hath many a worthier son than he."

Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven read more

Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.

Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
That this is all remains of thee?

Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
That this is all remains of thee?

Loe here the precious dust is layd;
Whose purely-temper'd clay was made
So fine that it the read more

Loe here the precious dust is layd;
Whose purely-temper'd clay was made
So fine that it the guest betray'd.
Else the soule grew so fast within,
It broke the outward shall of sinne
And so was hatch'd a cherubin.

If e'er she knew an evil thought
She spoke no evil word:
Peace to the gentle! She read more

If e'er she knew an evil thought
She spoke no evil word:
Peace to the gentle! She hath sought
The bosom of her Lord.

A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole word was not
sufficient.
[Lat., Sufficit huic tumulus, cui read more

A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole word was not
sufficient.
[Lat., Sufficit huic tumulus, cui non suffecerit orbis.]

Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;
Here Harod lies--but where's his Epitaph?
If such read more

Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;
Here Harod lies--but where's his Epitaph?
If such you seek, try Westminister, and view
Ten thousand, just as fit for him as you.