The picture of the unfortunate gentleman, Sir Geruis Eluies Knight. late lieutenant of his majesties Tower of London.  
 

Behold him aright whose office & estate,  
unwisely managed, made him unfortunate:  
And whose flattering hopes of popular grace,  
robbed him of life, favours dignity, and place.  
Yet let the worst of him thus much conceait,  
A foe to himself, in striving to be great:  
worshipful by birth, deborare and kind,  
Perfect in all, but the purpose of mind.  
through which, he vainly aiming over hye,  
Deceaiued himself and won blame thereby:  
For in thinking to better his degree,  
Fortune betrayed him with false hopes we see.  
The golden means was not his harts content,  
Nor country life, with quiet slumbers spent:  
But watchful cares, and charges of estate,  
The onely aims his hart made level at.  
So climbing up to dignity & famed,  
Forgot what dangers dwelled about the same:  
But seated on the top of Fortunes mount,  
He little thought so soon to give account,  
Of his amiss: and deeds of secret sin;  
Of which by law he was found guillty in.  
And being cast, as Iustice had ordained,  
His soul for heavenly mercy still complained:  
And so with true repentance leaving earth,  
took patiently his just deserved death.  
Rest then in peace on Sions holy hill,  
persuasions trayn'd thee unto this cursed ill:  
Which if to it thou never hadst given consent,  
Thy dayes had been in gracious maner spent.    

Printed at London in the Black-Friers, by Paul Boulenger. 1615.