Iver
On William Hawkins.
Once at his death, and twice in wedlocke blest;
Thrice happy in his labour and his rest;
Espoused now to Christ, his head in life,
Being twice a husband, and in death a wife.
On a Lady.
Two happy days assigned are to men—
Of wedlocke and of death. O happy then,
’Mongst women was she who is here interred,
Who lived out two, and, dying, had a third.
On Richard Carter.
An honest man, a friend sincere,
What more can be said? He’s buried here.