Epigrams: Epitaph on Elizabeth, L. H.

Wouldst thou hear what man can sayIn a little? Reader, stay.Underneath this stone doth lieAs much beauty as could die;Which in life did harbour giveTo more virtue than doth live.If at all she had a fault,Leave it buried in this vault.One name was Elizabeth,Th' other let it sleep with death:Fitter, where it died to tell,Than that it liv'd at all. Farewell.