Classic Poem

In Obitum Ben: Jhonslon!

He who began from brick and lime
The Muses Hill to clime
And whilom busied in laying ston
Thirsted to drink of Helicon
Changing his trowell for a pen
Wrote strayt the temper not of dirt, but men.

Now Sithence that He is turned to clay and gon
Let those remaine of th'occupation
He honeurd once, square him a toombe may say
His craft exceeded far a Dawbers way
Yet write upon't He could noe longer tarry
But was returnd again unto the Quarry.