How doe I thanke thee, Death, & blesse thy power,
That I haue past the Guard, and scap'd the Tower:
And now my Pardon is my Epitaph ,
And a small coffin my poore Carkasse hath.
For at thy charge both soule and body were
Enlarg'd at last, secur'd from hope and feare.
That amongst Saintes , this amongst Kings is lay'd,
And what my Birth did claime, my Death hath payd.