Because through her he nobled was,     
And shind in double Fame.
The King of England by Descent,     
And by Queen Katharines Right;
The Realm of France he did enjoy,     
Triumphant King of Might.
A happy Queen to Englishmen,     
She came right grateful here;
And four Days Space they honoured God,     
With Mouth and reverend Fear.
Henry the Sixth this Queen brought forth,     
In painful Labours Plight;
In whose Empire a Frenchman was,     
And eke an English Wight.
Under no lucky Planet borne     
Unto himself nor Throne:
But equal with his Parents both,     
In pure Religion.
Of Owen Tidder after this,     
Thy next Son Edmund was,
O Katharine, a renowned Prince,     
That did in Glory pass.
Henry the Seventh, a Britain Pearl,     
A Gemme of Englands Joy;
A peerless Prince was Edmunds Son,     
A good and gracious Roy:
Therefore a happy Wife this was,     
A happy Mother pure;
Thrice happy Child; but Grandame, she     
More than thrice happy sure.

RICHARD the Second, of England and France, King, Lord of Ireland, Son to Edward Prince of Wales, by Joane, Daughter to the Earl of Kent. He made new the Hall at Westminster; and when he had reigned 22 Years, Anno Dom. 1399, he was bereaved of his Kingdom by Henry of Lancaster, and (not long after) murdered, and buried at Langley, among the Dominicans. Afterward, Anno 1414, (as Thomas Walsingham saith) his Body was brought to Westminster, and laid in a Royal Tomb, builded of guilded Brass, at the great Charges of King Henry the Fifth, with these Verses added:

His own and his Wife's Figures are in gilt Brass, curiously done upon the Tomb.

Prudens & mundus Richardus jure Secundus,
Per Fatum victus, jacet hic sub marmore Pictus:
Verax sermone fuit & plenus ratione:
Corpore procerus, animo prudens ut Homerus:
Ecclesiæ favit, elatos suppeditavit,
Quemvis prostravit regalia qui violavit.
Obruit hæreticos, & eorum stravit amicos:
O Clemens Christe, tibi devotus fuit iste,
Votis Baptistæ salves quem protulit iste
Hic jacet immiti consumptus morte Richardus.
Fuisse Felicem miserrimum.

Perfect and prudent Richard, by Right the Second,
Vanquished by Fortune, lyes here now graven in Stone:
True of his Word, and thereto well resound,
Seemly in Person, and like to Homer as one,
In worldly Prudence, and ever the Church in one
Upheld and favoured, and casting the Proud to Ground,
And all that would his Royal Estate confound.
It is most miserable to have been happy.

Anne Queen of England, first Wife to Richard the Second, Daughter to Wenceslaus King of Bohemia, and Emperor of the Germans, dyed Anno 1394, and is buried at Westminster, having this Epitaph.

She lyeth in the same Tomb with the King her Husband.

Sub petra lata nunc Anna jacet tumulata,
Dum vixit mundo Richardo nupta secundo,
Christo devota fuit hæc, facilis bene nota,
Pauperibus prona semper sua reddere bona,
Jurgia sedavit, & prægnantes relevavit.
Corpore formosa, vultu miti speciosa,
Præbens solamen, viduis, ægris Medicamen.
Anno milleno, ter cent. quarto nonageno,
Julii septeno mensis migravit amano.

Hoc jacet Anna loco Britonum redimita corona,
Cui vir Richardus jure secundus erat:
Cui Pater illustris, gnatâ generóque superbus,
Romæ ter felix, Induperator erat.
Winceslaus illam, magna comitante caterva,
Londinum misit lætus evásque pater:
Cujus in adventu ludi, spectacula fiunt,
Regali pompa regia virgo venit.
Sed bona sunt hominum tenui pendentia filo,
Reges, Reginas mors capit, omne rapit.
Hæc Regina fuit magna de stirpe Quiritum,
Omnibus illa fuit femina chara viris.
Larga, coloratis virtutum splendida gemmis:
Nunquam læta parens, nam sine prole jacet.
Forma fragilis.

Queen Anne, Richard the Seconds Wife,     
Lyeth buried in this Place;
Adorned with the Britains Crown,     
With whom, she found much Grace.
Whose noble Sire, of Daughter proud,     
Of Son in Law full glad:
Of Rome thrice happy Emperor was,     
And that large Empire had.
Winceslaus so called by Name,     
Who thus in joyful Plight,
Sent her to London, guarded well     
With valiant Men of Might.
Against whose Coming Plays were made,     
And Sights and Shows were seen;
With Princely Pomp to gratify     
This noble Virgin Queen.
But all Mens Treasures last not long,     
They hang but on a Twine,
Or single Thread; Death, Kings and Queens,     
Doth all catch up in fine.
This Queen was of the Royal Race     
Of Romans by descent;
Of all belovd, most dear to most,     
In Honour relucent.
Full liberal and bountiful,     
Adornd with Virtues rare;
No Child she had, but issueless,     
She lies without such Care.
Beauty is frail.

Margaret, Daughter and fifth Child to Edward the Fourth, King of England and France, and Lord of Ireland, and Lady Elizabeth, his Royal Queen and Wife, was born the 19th Day of April, Anno Dom. 1472, and dyed the 11th Day of December.

She lyeth also in the Royal Chapel of Kings.

Nobilitas & forma, decorque, tenella juventus
In simul hîc ista mortis sunt condita cistâ,
Ut genus & nomen, sexum, tempus quoque mortis
Noscas, cuncta tibi manifestat margo sepulchri.

Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Glocester sixth Son to King Edward the Third, a Man of great Nobility and Authority; whom King Richard the Second, his Nephew, suddenly and forcibly took and sent to Callis, where indicted upon a capital Cause, he was beheaded * , Anno Dom. 1397.

He lyeth under Marble, adorned with Brass in the Pavement by his Father.

*Some say he was strangled with Towels.

Ecce, nunc in pulvere dormio.

Henry, Son to Richard King of the Romans, and Earl of Cornwall, returning from the Holy Land, while he was hearing Mass at Viterbium in Italy, by Simon and Guydo, Sons to Simon Moutfort, Earl of Leicester, he was slain Anno 1269. His Body lies buried in the Monastery of Hailes. Math. Westmonast.

His Heart is buried in the Coffin with St. Edward.