Wouldst thou hear what man can say In a little? Reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbor give To more virtue than doth live. If at all she had a fault, Leave it buried in this vault. One name was Elizabeth; Th' other, let it sleep with death: Fitter, where it died, to tell, Than that it lived at all. Farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: ALMA BELL TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GOOD COMPANY by KARLE WILSON BAKER THE BLOSSOM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE OLD WOMAN by JOSEPH CAMPBELL |