HERE lies William of Valence, a right good Earl of
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Pembroke,
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And this is his monument which you see Ill swear upon a book,
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He was earl marshall of England, when Henry the third did
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reign,
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About five hundred years a-go, but never will be so again,
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Here the Lord Talbot lies, the Town of Shrewsburys earl
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Together with his countess fair who was a-most delicate girl
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Next to him there lieth one Sir Richard Peckshall hight,
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Of whom we only this do say that he was a Hampshire Knight
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Here lies the third King Edwards brother, of whom our
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records tell,
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Nothing of note, nor say they whether he be in Heaven or Hell;
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This same was John of Elderstone, he was no Costermonger
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But Cornwalls Earl; and heres one died because he could
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live no longer.
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Now think your penny well spent good folks and that youre
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not beguild,
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Within this cup doth lie the heart, of a French Ambassadors child,
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But how the Devl it came to pass, on purpose or by chance
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The bowels they lie underneath, but the body is in France.
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Here lies Oxford countess, and there also the Lady Burleigh
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her mother,
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And there her Daughter a countess too, lie close by one another;
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These once were bonny dames, and though there were no
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coaches then,
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Yet coud they jog their tails themselves, or get them joggd by the men.
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Oh! who is me those high born sinners, that now do pray
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so stoutly,
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Living they never prayd at all, yet their statues pray devoutly;
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This fair monument which you see, Id have you to under-
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stand,
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It is of a virtuous lady fair who died of a prick in her hand.
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In this fair monument which you see, adorned with so many
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pillars,
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Doth lie the countess of Buckingham, and her husband Sir George Villiers;
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This old Sir George was Grandfather, and the Countess
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she was Granny,
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To the great Duke of Buckingham, who led by the nose King Jamy.
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Here lies Sir Robert Eatam a Scootish Knight, this man
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was secretary,
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He scribbled compliments for two Queens, Queen Ann and Queen Mary:
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This same was Mary Queen of Scots, whom Buchanan
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doth so bespatter,
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She lost her head at Fotheingay, whatever was the matter.
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Henry the seventh lies here entombd with his fair Queen
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beside him,
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He was the founder of this Chapel, Oh! may no ill betide him
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And here they stand upright in a press, with their bodies
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made of wax,
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A globe and a wand in either hand, and their robes upon their backs.
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To another Chapel now come we, the people follow and chat
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This is the Lady Cottington, the people cry whos that;
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Why Sir Thomas Bromley lieth here, Death woud not
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him reprieve,
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With his four sons, and daughters four, that once were all alive.
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Here lies Sir John Fullerton and that is his Lady I trow,
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And that is Sir John Pickering whom none of you did know,
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Here lies the earl of Torrington, the world neer saw a
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madder,
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His Countess fair she lies beside him, and now you go up a ladder,
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Richard the second lies here entombd, with his fair Queen,
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Queen Ann,
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Edward the third lies here hard by, and he was a gallant Man;
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This is the sword of John of Gaunt, a blade both true and
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trusty:
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The Frenchmans blood was neer wiped off which makes it look so rusty.
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Harry the fifth lies here entombd with his fair Queen,
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Queen Eleanor,
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To our fifth Edward she was wife thats more than you knew before
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Now down the ladder come we again, the man goes first
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with a staff,
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Two or three tumble down the stairs, and all the people laugh.
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Sir Robert Vere lies here entombd, who the Spaniards
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hide so curried,
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Four colonels brave support his tomb, and here his bodies buried;
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That statue up against the wall with one eye, is Major General Nor[r]is,
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He bangd the French most cruelly, as affirmd in stories.
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Here lies Sir John Holles, who was a Major General,
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To Sir John Morris that brave blade, and now you may
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depart all,
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For now the show is at an end, all things are done and said,
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The Citizens pay for their Wives, and the Apprentices
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kiss the Maids.
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