by George Herbert
Sacred marble, safely keep,
His dust, who under thee must sleep,
Until the years again restore
Their dead, and time shall be no more.
Meanwhile, if he (which all things wears)
Does ruin thee, or if thy tears
Are shed for him ; dissolve thy frame.
Thou art requited : for his fame,
His virtue, and his worth shall be
Another monument too thee.
Last updated January 14, 2019