Thinke not this single grave holds one alone,
Many good men ly buried in this one,
And though his life on Earth not long apeares,
Hee the good workes brought forth of many yeares;
Swift to do good his time he did improve,
Industrious active & made all of love;
Others do good by fits & in a mood,
But this man's constant trade was doing good;
Wisedome in him was joyned with devotion,
And both adorn'd with sweetest conversation;
He had no private nor self seeking hart,
As those that thinke the whole made for a part,
But by an universall spirite led,
Which breathes into ye Church from Christ her head;
He lov'd the whole to it himselfe hee gave,
And in ye good therof his good would have,
Since then that spirite of Christ in him did live,
That spirite to him a glorious life doth give;
And as to it in plenty hee did sow,
A plenteous glory now to him shall grow,
And thou who mourn'st that hee is not with thee,
Bee like him & in blisse thou shalt him see".