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Here underneath this marble stone doth rest; The corpes of him whom God in goodnes blest; In whose faire courses we may freely find; The lively pattorne of a vertuous mind; As Penzour well approves when he was found; Unto that towne a stay both sure and sound; Where he had place and creddit with the best; Till death him of his life had disposest; So Blanche his wife this monument prepard; In love to him for love of her declard; God hath his soule her heart his love still keepes; The odds betwixt thim breath thus all flesh sleapes