s (who had the parsonage of Walton)
to bury him in the chancel of that church.

The 10th of June, his corse was brought thither, and received by the
minister (in his surplice) at the Litch Gates, who, passing before the
body into the church, read the first part of the _Office for the Burial
of the Dead_. In the reading desk he said all the evening service, and
after performed the rest of the office (as established by law) in the
chancel, at the interment, which was about eight o'clock in the evening,
on the left side of the communion table, Mr. Ashmole assisting at the
laying him in his grave; whereupon afterwards (9 July 1681) he placed a
fair black marble stone, (which cost him six pounds four shillings and
six-pence) with this inscription following:

Ne Oblivione conteretur Urna

GULIELMI LILLII

ASTROLOGI PERITISSIMI,

QUI FATIS CESSIT

Quinto Idus Junii Anno Christi Juliano

M DC LXXXI.

Hoc Illi posuit amoris Monumentum

ELIAS ASHMOLE,

ARMIGER.

Shortly after his death, Mr. Ashmole bought his library of books of Mrs.
Ruth Lilly, (his widow and executrix) for fifty pounds: he oft times, in
his life-time, expressed, that if Mr. Ashmole would give that sum, he
should have them.

* * * * *

The following Epitaphs (Latin and English) were made by George
Smalridge, then a scholar at Westminster, after Student of Christ-Church
in Oxford.

_In Mortem Viri Doctissimi Domini_ GULIELMI
LILLY, _Astrologi, nuper defuncti_.

Occidit atque suis annalibus addidit atram
Astrologus, qua non tristior ulla, diem
Pone triumphales, lugubris Luna, quadrigas;
Sol maestum picea nube reconde caput.
Illum, qui Phoebi scripsit, Phoebesq; labores
Eclipsin docuit Stella maligna pati.
Invidia Astrorum cecidit, qui Sidera rexit
Tanta erat in notas scandere cura domos.
Quod vidit, visum cupiit, potiturq; cupito
C[oe]lo, & Sidereo fulget in orbe decus.
Scilicet hoc nobis praedixit ab ane Cometa,
Et fati emicuit nuncia Stella tui
Fallentem vidi faciem gemuiq; videndo
Illa fuit vati mortis imago suo,
Civilis timuere alii primordia belli
Jejunam metuit plebs stupefata faniem
Non tantos tulerat bellumve famesve dolores:
Auspiciis essent haec relevanda tuis.
In cautam subitus plebem nunc opprimat ensis,
Securos fati mors violenta trahat.
Nemo est qui videat moneatq; avertere fatum,
Ars j