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 harbor give <br />To more virture than doth live. <br /> <br />If at all she had a fault, <br />Leave it buried in this vault. <br />One name was Elizabeth, <br />Th' 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/epitaph-on-elizabeth/
