Epitaph of Sir Thomas Gravener, , An

Under this stone there lieth at rest
A friendly man, a worthy knight,
Whose heart and mind was ever prest
To favour truth, to farther right.

The poor's defence, his neighbour's aid,
Most kind always unto his kin,
That stint all strife that might be stayed,
Whose gentle grace great love did win.

A man that was full earnest set
To serve his prince at all assays;
No sickness could him from that let,
Which was the shortening of his days.

His life was good, he died full well,
The body here, the soul in bliss.
With length of words why should I tell
Or farther show that well known is?
Since that the tears of more and less
Right well declare his worthiness.
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