Epitaph on the Preaching Cobler How

Translated here lies Cobler How,
Who, when he liv'd could rip and sow
Divide and stitch a text together
Just as he us'd to spoil his leather.
Or rather here he's underlaid,
Who oft o'rlay two chairs and praid,
That his inspired tongue might mend
More souls then e'r his Coblers end
Or hands could cure: he often said
Walk ye uprightly in your trade!
And when your soles do tread awry
Bring them to me I pray! and I
Wil set them streight: be mending stil
As I am! 'Tis Gods heav'nly wil.
Many were wrought on thus, but th' time was past,
And so he finisht when death brought his last.
Cobler thou hast set up enow
That since can prate like Cobling How.