Marble nor Touch,     
nor Alabster can
Reveale the Worth of     
the long buried Man:
For oft (we see) Mens Goods,     
when they are gone,
Doe pious Deeds, when     
they themselves did none.
Mine (while I liv'd) my     
Goodnesse did expresse,
'Tis not Inscriptions make     
them more or lesse:
In Christ I hope to rise     
amongst the Just,
Man is but Grasse, all must     
to Wormes and Dust.

Vertue and Death being     
both enamoured
On worthy PEMBERTON,     
in heat of Love;
To be possest of     
that each coveted,
Thus did they dialogue,     
and thus they strove.

Vertue. WHat Vertue challengeth,     
is but her Right.
Death. What Death layes claime to,     
who can contradict?
Vert. Vertue, whose power     
exceeds all other Might.
Death. Where's Vertues Power,     
when Death makes all submit?
Vert. I gave him life;     
and therefore he is mine.
Death. That life he held     
no longer than I list.
Vert. I made him more than     
mortall, meere Divine.
Death. How hapt he could not     
then Deaths Stroke resist?
Vert. Because (by Nature)     
all are borne to dye.
Death. Then thine owne Tongue     
yeelds Death the Victory.
Vert. No, Death, thou art deceiv'd     
thy envious stroke
Hath given him Life     
immortal, 'gainst thy Will:
Death. What Life can be, but     
vanisheth as Smoake?
Vert. A Life that all thy Darts     
can never kill.
Death. Have I not lock'd his     
Body in my Grave?
Vert. That was but Dust, and     
that I pray thee keepe.
Death. That is as much     
as I desire to have,     
His comely Shape in     
my eternal Sleepe.
Vert. But where's his honourable     
Life, Renowne, and Fame?
Death. They are but Breath,     
them I resigne to thee.
Vert. Them I most covet.
Death. I preferre my claime,     
his Body mine.
Vert. Mine his Eternity.
    
And so they ceast,     
Death triumphs o'er his Grave,     
Vertue o'er that which     
Death can never have.

And as fair Trophees,     
fit to beautifie
His Hearse, Vertues hangs     
up these Ornaments:
His Justice, Wisedome,     
and Integritie,
His Courage, dreadlesse     
of what ere events,
His upright Soole     
in that Dignitie,
Which London gives     
her chiefest Presidents.
Free from compare     
with such as went before,
Or should succeed.     
It was his sole desire
Truth might report those     
Actions lesse or more,
Which honest Thoughts     
did in his Heart inspire.
His Care of Learning,     
and his liberal Minde
Unto the Poore;     
Love to his Company,
Kindred and Friends, to     
whom he was most kinde,
And whom he dealt with     
truly bounteously.
These Graces better doe     
become his Grave,
Than wastful Words     
of fruitlesse Flattery;
And their due Merit     
(doubtlesse) he shall have,
Among the Blessed     
in Eternity.
Whereto fair Vertue now     
hath brought her Son,
Worthily honour'd,
Sir James Pemberton.
A. M.]

Here under lyes interred the Body of Philip Strelley, late of London, Goldsmith. Who gave to the Poor of this Parish, 40s. a year for ever, out of the Revenues of the Manour of Ulkerthorpe, lying in the Parish of South Winfield, in the County of Derby; to be paid to them by the Hands of the Warden and Renters of the Worshipful Company of Goldsmiths; whom he left in trust, to see it and other Gifts disposed; as may appear. by his Will, dated September 6. Anno Dom. 1603. Though this Monument was erected but in the Year 1630.]

In the Inclosure where the Church stood, against the East Wall, is an handsome Monument, with two half Figures, for Sir James Drax, and his Lady; but very much impaired, by being exposed to the Weather. His said Wife was named Meliora, Daughter to John Horton, of Wolverston, in the County of Somerset, Esq;. Who brought him six Sons and four Daughters; viz. Sir James, Henry, John, Samuel; and Joseph; Meliora, Mary, Elizabeth, and Pelathia. His second Wife was Margaret, Daughter of Edward Campfield, of Hardington, in the same County, Esq; by whom he had four Sons. He died March the 8th, 1661.

Here likwise was buried Henry Drax, his second Son, Esq; who had two Wives. The first, the Lady Frances Tufton, Daughter of the Earl of Thanet; who died without issue. His second, Lady Dorothy Lovelace, Daughter to the Lord Lovelace, of Hurley, in the County of Berks; by whom he had four Children. He deceased An. 1682.