He who, in impious times, undaunted stood, <br />And 'midst rebellion durst be just and good; <br />Whose arms asserted, and whose sufferings more <br />Confirmed the cause for which he fought before, <br />Rests here, rewarded by an heavenly prince, <br />For what his earthly could not recompence. <br />Pray, reader, that such times no more appear; <br />Or, if they happen, learn true honour here. <br />Ark of this age's faith and loyalty, <br />Which, to preserve them, heaven confined in thee. <br />Few subjects could a king like thine deserve; <br />And fewer, such a king so well could serve. <br />Blest king, blest subject, whose exalted state <br />By sufferings rose, and gave the law to fate! <br />Such souls are rare, but mighty patterns given <br />To earth, were meant for ornaments to heaven.<br /><br />John Dryden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-on-the-monument-of-the-marquis-of-winchester/
