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An Epitaphe vpon the death of his deare father, William Kendall: which died (beyng cut of the stone) and lyes buried at Northaston in Oxford shire.
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An Epitaphe vpon the death of his deare father, William Kendall: which died (beyng cut of the stone) and lyes buried at Northaston in Oxford shire.
Here lies he dead, with stones opprest,whom stones opprest in life:
Aye me that he was forste to dye,
by dint of deadly knife.
Wo worthe the wretche that ript his fleshe:
yet wretche why saie I so?
Sith needs he would suche torments trie,
to ende his paine and woe.
The life he lidve, was sure no life,
but euen a death in life:
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of cutters caruyng knife.
He thought by pluckyng pinchyng pangs,
to ende his pinyng paines:
He thought to rid the ragged stone,
that tide hym so in chaines.
But (out alas) he ridde his life,
(oh grisly gripyng greef)
He was dispatched of his life,
and I of my releef.
Ah farewell father myne moste deare,
in earth we parte with paine:
Northaston wants thee, wailes and wepes,
wishyng for thee againe.
We want and wishe: we waile and weepe:
we mourne (alas) and misse:
Thou ne doest mourne, nor missest ought,
now plaste in heauenly blisse.
My losse I doe lament: and yet
I ioye for gaine of thine:
I loste a father, thou hast gainde
perpetuall ioyes deuine.
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