[Christ's Church.] Faringdon Ward within. [Monuments.]135

[Christ's Church.] Faringdon Ward within. [Monuments.]

fore her Coronation, and after, so long as he lived. He was of great Credit and Estimation in his Country, for his Integrity of Life, Uprightnesse in Justice, and Hospitality; and gave to this Hospitall of Christ's Church, Three hundred Pounds, towards the Maintenance of the poore Children. Hee lived Seventy and two yeeres, and died Anno Domini 1596.

This is the Interrment of Dame Dorothy Edmonds, Wife to the said Sir Christopher, and Daughter to Christopher Litcot, Esquire; who also served the most gracious Mayden Queene Elizabeth; being ever since her Coronation, and before, of her most Honourable Privy Chamber. Who joined with the said Sir Christopher, her Husband, in the said Gift of Three hundred Pounds to this Hospital; being a Legacie only spoken of by him, and performed by her.

TIME's Triumph on the Death of Master Robert Rogers, who deceased Anno 1601. in the manner of a Dialogue between Time, Death, and Rogers.



STand fairely encountred both,
Grave, Soveraigne Time;     
Borne of Eternity,
Ages Father:     
Prince of all Power; all
Powers on Earth are thine,     
That doest my Ruines
truest Records gather;     
Lend thy Consent, thy
helping Hand to mine;     
And Death, will make Time's
Soveraignty as great     
As the three Sisters,
Ladies of sterne Fate.

A fair Monument close by, in the same Wall.


Impartiall Death, Honours     
respectable Foe,
Grim, meager Caytife,     
wherefore doest thou come?
Must Vertues Children     
to the Slaughter goe,
In thy bloud-yawning     
Cell to fill a Roome?
Can none but they, quench     
thy bloudy Thirst? Death. No;
Rogers I come for: Time,     
Thou canst not save him;
This Dart must strike him,     
and grim Death will have him.

Death, Welcome; all by thee     
I know must end;
Nor doe I care for     
longer Life than this:
I thank thee, thou hast staid     
so long, (kind Friend.)
Sweet Time, be patient,     
pardon mine amisse;
If I have Time mis-spent;     
alas! we all offend.
If, said I? yes, 'tis     
certaine, sure I have;
For which Offence (deare     
Time) I pardon crave.

Death, grant me this (sweet)     
doe not kill him,     
Till I returne but     
from the Destinies.
Dea. I cannot stay a Moment.
Rog. Oh will him     
(Grave Time) to strike me then,     
I Death despise.
Dea. There lye thou dead.
Time. Thou canst not spill him:     
Time shall erect a Trophee     
of such Fame,     
That while Time lives,     
dye shall not Roger's Name.

TIME's Epitaph.

Give me an Adamantine Pen     
and Lease of Brasse,
To character his Name,     
whose like ne'er was.
A single Life he led,     
loving to all,
The poore Man's Succour,     
the reliefe of Thrall:
Vertues Example, Guide     
to eternal Life;
In Carriage courteous,     
all devoid of Strife.
Here lyeth he interred,     
Rogers his Name,
Time's only Sonne,     
eternized by Fame.
Ougly Detraction, flye,     
and blacke Oblivion, hence;
Whilst Roger's Dust lyes here,     
Time will his Fame commence.

Behold the Works of God, done by his Servant, Dame Mary Ramsey.

She hath given a yearly Maintenance for two Fellows, and four Scholars, in Cambridge.
More, two Livings of good Value, when they shall become fit to supply them.
More, towards certain Sermons to be preached in this Church yearly.
More, in Christ's Hospital a free Writing School for poor Mens Children.
More, in the Country a free Grammar School for the poorer Sort.
All which several Gifts before remembred, are to continue yearly for ever.

Upon a Monument on a Pillar by the Tomb. First on the one Table.

Lady Ramsey's Gifts.

Forma, Decus, Mores,     
Sapienta, Res & Honores,
Morte ruunt subita;     
vivit post funera Fama.

The rest of the godly Works done by this good Lady.

She hath given a worthy Maintenance to the Poor of Christ's Hospital.
More, a bountiful Gift for the healing of poor wounded Soldiers.
More, a liberal Maintenance for ten poor maimed Soldiers.
More, a liberal Maintenance for ten poor aged Widows.
More, a bountiful Gift to release poor Men out of Prison.
More, a bountiful Gift to relieve poor Men in Prison.
More a yearly Stipend to poor Maids Marriages.
More to the Relief of the Poor of four several Parishes.
All which several Gifts are for ever.

Secondly, on the other Table.

Her Faith hath wrought, her Tree was not barren. And yet an unprofitable Servant. 1596.