human
Of William Wilson, Joane his wife, And Alice, their daughter deare, These lines were left to give report These three lye buried here; And Alice was Henry Decon's wife, Which Henry lives on earth, And is the Serjeant Plummer To Queen ELIZABETH. With whom this Alice left issue here, His virtuous daughter Joan, To be his comfort everywhere Now joyfull Alice is gone. And for these three departed soules, Gone up to joyfull blisse, Th' almighty praise be given to God, To whom the glory is.
gpt
What! is she dead? Doth he survive? No; both are dead, And both alive. She lives, hee's dead, By love, though grieving, In him, for her, Yet dead, yet living; Both dead and living, Then what is gone? One half of both, Not any one. One mind, one faith, One hope, one grave, In life, in death, They had and still they have.