Small poems of Divers sorts | ||
111. An Epitaph on Mr. Isaac Coe who died about the 40th year of his Age.
Here Master Isaack Coe of Lincolns-Inn,A Glory to that house, and to his kin,
Doth buried lie; which Loss we needs must mourn,
And pay our tears as Tribute to his Urne:
But how can we call this his Sepulchre,
Whom all his Friends do in their hearts inter?
Small poems of Divers sorts | ||