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An epitaph vpon the death of Richard Price Esquier (the second sonne of Sir Iohn Price Knight, deceased) which Richard left this life the fifth day of Ianuarie, 1586.
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R. D., fl. 1587.
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⧠An Epitaph vpon the death of Richard Price Esquier the second sonne of Sir Iohn Price Knight deceased which Richard left this life the fifth day of Ianuarie 1586. MY sorrow doth suppresse my memorie My griefe eke grieues my hart and all my powres My teares do pierce my paper thorowlie My Muse me failes my wo my wit deuoures So as amasd I sit deuoid of might In verse or prose my meaning to indight Of princely iewels precious are the price Of gold the gaine who wisheth not to haue Of house and land and all by land that rise Of all for life who seeketh not to saue But when I weigh the depth of mine intent A Price to prayse I cannot but lament A Price for gentle bloud of price he was A Price well taught in youth to liue in age A Price so fraught with vertues that surpasse A Price though yong in yeeres in wisedom sage A precious Price as Wales did euer yeeld A Price of peace in towne yet fierce in field His vertues rare his wisedom so profound His learned skill his curtesie so seene His bountie great in house did so abound His trauell such for Countrey and for Queene Made him beloued and for his friendship fast So famously as euermore shall last He liued no doubt with well contented mind He liued vpright iust both in word and deed He liued a subiect true as man may find He liued to God a child of Abrahams seed He liued to die content to leaue each frend He died to liue in ioy that shall not end His wofull wife may chiefly waile his want His seruants next haue greatest cause to grieue His countrey then sith such as he be scant His friends each one may sorow whilest they liue Among the which a greater losse had none Then I my selfe that causlesse do not mone Oh God graunt vs thy grace and daily aide Oh God put feare and loue into our hart Oh God to sinne make vs full sore afraid Oh God thy loue from vs do not diuart Thou that from vs our peerelesse Price hast reft Be our defence that heere behind are left R. D. ET SI MORS INDIES ACCELERAT POST FVNERA VIRTVS VIVET TAMEN ⧠Imprinted at London by Iohn Charlewood