Epitaphs i <br /> <br />WOULDST thou hear what Man can say <br />In a little? Reader, stay. <br />Underneath this stone doth lie <br />As much Beauty as could die: <br />Which in life did harbour give <br />To more Virtue than doth live. <br />If at all she had a fault, <br />Leave it buried in this vault. <br />One name was Elizabeth, <br />The other, let it sleep with death: <br />Fitter, where it died, to tell <br />Than that it lived at all. Farewell.<br /><br />Benjamin Jonson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-elizabeth-l-h/
