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First Line: Here lies one who never drew / blood himself, yet many slew
Last Line: Pointer to sir john throckmorton.
Subject(s): Buckinghamshire, England; Epitaphs


HERE lies one, who never drew
Blood himself, yet many slew;
Gave the gun its aim, and figure
Made in field, yet ne'er pulled trigger.
Armed men have gladly made
Him their guide, and him obeyed;
At his signified desire,
Would advance, present, and fire--
Stout he was, and large of limb,
Scores have fled at sight of him;

And to all this fame he rose
Only following his nose.
Neptune was he called, not he
Who controls tho boisterous sea,
But of happier command,
Neptune of the furrowed land;
And, your wonder vain to shorten,
Pointer to Sir John Throckmorton.





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