Taunton
James Waters.
Death, traversing the western road,
And asking where true merit lay,
Made in this town a short abode,
And took this worthy man away.
Yeovil
John Webb,
Son of John and Mary Webb, Clothiers, who died of the
measles, May 3d, 1646, aged 3 years.
How still he lies!
And clos’d his eyes,
That shone as bright as day!
The cruel measles,
Like clothier’s teasels,
Have scratched his life away.
Cochineal red,
His lips have fled,
Which now are blue and black.
Dear pretty wretch,
How thy limbs stretch,
Like cloth upon the rack.
Repress thy sighs,
The husband cries,
My dear, and not repine,
For ten to one,
When God’s work’s done,
He’ll come off superfine.