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An epitaphe written by w. G. to be set vpon his owne graue.
Lo
here lieth G. vnder the grounde,
Emong the greedy wormes:
Which in his life time neuer founde,
But strife and sturdy stormes.
Emong the greedy wormes:
Which in his life time neuer founde,
But strife and sturdy stormes.
And namely through a wicked wife,
As to the worlde apperes:
She was the shortnyng of his life
By many daies and yeres.
As to the worlde apperes:
By many daies and yeres.
He might haue liued long god wot,
His yeres they were but yong:
Of wicked wiues this is the lot,
To kill with spitefull tong.
His yeres they were but yong:
Of wicked wiues this is the lot,
To kill with spitefull tong.
Whose memory shall still remaine,
In writyng here with me:
That men may know whom she hath slaine.
And say this same is she.
In writyng here with me:
That men may know whom she hath slaine.
And say this same is she.
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