Some skilfull Caruer helpe me to endorse
The blessed stone that hideth GREENHAMS corse,
Make me a tree whose branches withered beene,
And yet the leaues and fruit are euer greene.
The more the stock dyes let them flourish more,
And grow more kindly greene then earst before.
Set Time and Enuy gazing at the roote,
Cursing their bootlesse hand, and sliding foote.
Let all the Graces sit them in the shade,
And pull those leaues whose beautie cannot fade.
G REENHAM , if this cannot thy worth descriue,
That thou once dead, thy workes are still aliue,
Would I might say thy selfe could neuer die,
But emulate thy works eternite.