o small Fools in those
days._]

And here they stand upright in a Press
With Bodies made of Wax;
With a Globe and a Wand in either Hand,
And their Robes upon their Backs.

Here lies the Duke of _Buckingham_,
And the Dutchess his Wife;
Him _Felton_ Stabb'd at _Portsmouth_ Town,
And so he lost his Life.

Two Children of King _James_ these are,
Whom Death keeps very chary;
_Sophia_ in the Cradle lies,
And this is the Lady _Mary_.

[Sidenote: Bess. _Good Woman pray still your Child, it keeps such a
bawling, we can't hear what the Man says._]

And this is Queen _Elizabeth_,
How the _Spaniards_ did infest her?
Here she lies Buried, with Queen _Mary_,
And now agrees with her Sister.

To another Chapel now we come,
The People follow and chat;
This is the Lady _Cottington_,
And the People cry, who's that?

This is the Lady _Frances Sidney_,
The Countess of _Suffolk_ was she;
And this the Lord _Dudley Carleton_ is,
And then they look up and see.

Sir _Thomas Brumley_ lieth here,
Death would him not reprieve;
With his four Sons, and Daughters four,
That once were all alive.

The next is Sir _John Fullerton_,
And this is his Lady I trow;
And this is Sir _John Puckering_,
Whom none of you did know.

That's the Earl of _Bridgwater_ in the middle,
Who makes no use of his Bladder;
Although his Lady lie so near him,
And so we go up a Ladder.

[Sidenote: Kate. _He took more pains, than I would ha done for a
Hundred such._]

_Edward_ the First, that Gallant Blade,
Lies underneath this Stone;
And this is the Chair which he did bring,
A good while ago from _Scone_.

In this same Chair, till now of late,
Our Kings and Queens were Crown'd;
Under this Chair another Stone
Doth lie upon the Ground.

[Sidenote: Ralf. _Gad I warrant there has been many a Maiden-head got
in that Chair._ Tom. _Gad and I'll come hither and try one of these
Days, an't be but to get a Prince._ Dol. _A_ Papist _I warrant him._]

On that same Stone did _Jacob_ sleep,
Instead of a Down Pillow;
And after that 'twas hither brought,
By some good honest Fellow.

_Richard_ the Second lieth here,
And his first Queen, Queen _Ann_;
_Edward_ the Third lies here hard by,
Oh! there was a Gallant Man.

For this was his two handed Sword,
A Blade both true and Trusty;
The _French_ Men's Blood was ne'er wip'd off,
Which makes it look so rusty.

Here he lies again, with his Queen _Philip_