The Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone; with weeping eyes The parents that first gave her birth, And their sad friends, laid her in earth. If any of them, reader, were Known unto thee, shed a tear; Or if thyself possess a gem As dear to thee as this to them Though a stranger to this place, Bewail in theirs thy own hard case, For thou, perhaps, at thy return May'st find thy darling in an urn. |