The Lady Mary Villiers lies <br />Under this stone; with weeping eyes <br />The parents that first gave her breath, <br />And their sad friends, laid her in earth. <br />If any of them, reader, were <br />Known unto thee, shed a tear; <br />Or if thyself possess a gem <br />As dear to thee as this to them, <br />Though a stranger to this place, <br />Bewail in theirs thine own hard case, <br />For thou perhaps at thy return <br />Mayst find thy darling in an urn.<br /><br />Thomas Carew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-on-the-late-mary-villiers/
