Epigram 77. An Epitaph on Mr. Peter Allibond, Fellow of Lincolne Colledge in Oxford

Here buried lies within this hollow ground,
Oxfords prime glory, Peter Allibond:
His Learning Lincolne Colledge hath renown'd,
And few the road to his high Parts have found.
Death in his Proctorship gave him his wound,
And (thereby) hindred him to go his Round;
And here hath laid him in a sleep so drown'd,
Not to awake but by th' last trumpets sound:
From hence then to arise, and to be crown'd
(We hope) with joyes, where all joyes do abound.