AN EPITAPH.  

WIthin this sacred VAULT doth lie  
The Quintessence of majesty;  
Which being Set, more Glorious shines,  
The Best of KINGS, best of Divines;  
Britain's shame, and Britain's glory,  
Mirror of Princes, complete Story  
Of ROYALTY; One so exact  
That th' Elixirs of Praise detract:  
These are faint Shadows; But t'endure,  
he's drawn tothth' Life in's pourtracture:  
If such another PIECE you'd see,  
Angels must Limn ít out, or he;  
Where Wisdom, Grace, and Eloquence,  
Are Centred in their Eminence.  
Martyred he was to save His laws,  
Religion, People, from the jaws  
Of ASSASINES; whose weal he sought,  
Even than when they His MURDER wrought  
With horrid Plots, that HEADLESS He  
(And in HIM Church and State) might be.  
Then since Correlatives They were,  
Three Kingdoms in One KING lies here.   
A. B.