A Second Epitaph

All ye that passe by this holy place,
Both spiritual and temporal of every degre,
Remember yourselfe well during time and space:
I was as ye are nowe, and as I ye shall be.
Wherfore I beseche you, of youre benignite,
For the love of Jesu and his mother Mare,
For my soule to say a Pater Noster and an Ave.
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