Epitaph

THen Death thee hath beguil'd
Alectos first borne Child;
Then thou who thrall'd all Laws
Now against Wormes cannot maintaine thy Cause:
Yet Wormes (more just than thou) now do no Wrong,
Since all do wonder they thee spar'd so long;
For though from Life thou didst but lately passe,
Twelve Springs are gone since thou corrupted was.

Come Citizens, erect to death an Altar,
Who keeps you from Axe, Fuell Timber, Halter.