Classic Poem

Here lies Wise and Valiant Dust
Huddled up 'twixt Fit and Just:
STRAFFORD, who was hurried hence
'Twixt Treason and Convenience.
He spent his Time here in a Mist;
A Papist, yet a Calvinist.
His Princes nearest Joy, and Grief,
He had, yet wanted all Releefe.
The Prop and Ruine of the State;

The People's violent Love and Hate;
One in extreames lov'd and abhor'd.
Riddles lie here; or in a word,
Here lies Blood; and let it lie
Speechlesse still, and never crie.