Classic Poem

Epigram

O F late I went vnto the Iower to see
A friend of mine, and beeing there, I found
The chappell open; where was shewd to mee
Where Essex was interd, thats so renownd.
Vpon whose graue were pues but newly pight,
To keep all eyes from seeing where he lay,
Least they to teares dissolue might with the sight;
So, hees a foot-stoole made for them that pray,
And men preyd on him too while he had breath;
So men pray on him both in life and death:
But noble Essex, now thy lou's so free,
That thou dost pray for them that pray on thee.