AN EPITAPH On the late deceased, that truly-noble and Renowned Lady ELIZABETH Cromwell, (Mother to His Highness the Lo. Protector of Great Britain and Ireland, &c.) who lived to the age of 89. and died Nov. 16. 1654. and lieth buried in Westminster-Abbey.  
REnowned mother of our Lord  
Great OLIVER Protector,  
Thou noble Root that didst afford  
Great Britain's Weal's Affector!  
Like Helen, sometime honoured  
For Great Constantine's Mother;  
So Thou for Us hast born and bred  
One truly such another  
In Wisdom, Valour, and Goodness,  
That hath us freed from Chains  
Of Tyrants great, that did distress  
Good men with cruel Pains.  
And as Great Constantine did free  
Christ's Church from Persecution;  
So hath thy Son gained liberty  
For real Truth's promotion.  
May he go on to conquer still  
All potent Enemies  
That wish our Western Zion ill,  
And would our Rights surprise.  
And may he give the fatal blow  
To Persecution's pride,  
In any Forms, both high or low,  
Wherever he doth hide.  
May he go on, terror to be  
To Rome's usurping power;  
May he give Christians liberty  
(Out from that Babel-Tower)  
And ease poor Protestants from Bands,  
And th' cruel Inquisition,  
And free us from proud Clergies hands,  
Is that which we petition.  
Madam, you lived to great age,  
And saw most great Mutation  
Acted upon the common Stage  
Of this our terrene Station.  
Your Life it was most full of Love  
To creatures in distress:  
That is the godlike life above,  
And is true Happiness.  
May You and Yours it still possess.  
Nov. 17. 1654. J. L▪   

LONDON, Printed by James Cottrel. 1655.