human
Like thee I was sometime, But now am turned to dust; As thou at length, O earth and slime, Returne to ashes must. Of the Company of Clothworkers A brother I became; A long time in the Livery I lived of the same. Then Death that deadly stroke did give, Which now my joys doth frame. In Christ I dyed, by Christ to live; John Rogers was my name. My loving wife and children two My place behind supply; God grant them living so to doe, That they in him may dye.
gpt
He possessed Earth as he might Heaven possesse; Wise to doe right, but never to oppresse. His charity was better felt than knowne, For when he gave there was no trumpet blowne. What more can be comprized in one man's fame, To crown a soule, and leave a living name?
human
The Cauldron of Sedition.