Beneath these green trees rising to the skies,
The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies;
The time read more

Beneath these green trees rising to the skies,
The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies;
The time shall come when these green trees shall fall,
And Isaac Greentree rise above them all.

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.

His form was of the manliest beauty,
His heart was kind and soft,
Faithful, below, he did read more

His form was of the manliest beauty,
His heart was kind and soft,
Faithful, below, he did his duty;
But now he's gone aloft.

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

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

This comes of altering fundamental laws and overpersuading by his
landlord to take physic (of which he died) for read more

This comes of altering fundamental laws and overpersuading by his
landlord to take physic (of which he died) for the benefit of the
doctor--Stavo bene (was written on his monument) ma per star
meglio, sto qui.

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?

Baths, wine and Venus bring decay to our bodies; but baths, wine
and Venus make up life.
[Lat., read more

Baths, wine and Venus bring decay to our bodies; but baths, wine
and Venus make up life.
[Lat., Balnea, vina, Venus corrumpunt corpora nostra;
Sed vitam faciunt baldea, vina, Venus.]

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.