Funerall Verse vpon the death of Sir Iohn Horsey Knight

THat welth assigned is to waste away,
And stately pompe to vanish and decrease.
That worship weares and worldly wights decay,
And Fortunes gifts though nere so braue do cease
May well appéere by Horseys hatefull Hierce,
Whose Corse (alas) vntimely Death did pierce.
Who thought thereby as Nature to subdue
By reauing breath and rowne in worldly stage:
So blasted brute to blot, and Fame that flue
Of him that well deserude in all his age
For worship and renowne to haue his share
Among the reast that prayse for Vertue bare.
But séeking waies to wrong this worthy wight,
Shée fowly myst hir purpose in the fine:
For Horsey gaines by deaths outragious spight,
And endlesse fame, whereat his Foes repine:
But eche man else laments and cries alowde
That Horsey was to soone ywrapt in shrowde.
The rich report that ruth in him did raigne,
And pittie lodgde within his loouing breast,
The simple say that for no maner gaine
He hath at any time the poore oppreast:
Thus both estates his worthy life commende,
And both lament his ouerhasting ende.
Then cease (I say) such flushing teares to shed,
Doo way thy doole, represse thy ruthfull mone,
For Horsey liues, his soule to Skies is fled,
The onely Corse is closde in Marble stone.
So that thou hast no cause to waile his chaunce,
Whome spitefull death by hatred did aduaunce.