One pitt containes him now that could not dye <br />Before a thousand pitts in him did lye; <br />Soe many spotts upon his flesh were shewne <br />'Cause on his soule sinne fastned almost none.<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-on-mr-bridgeman/
