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Anthony Cage entombed here doth rest, Whose wisdome still prevail'd the Commonweale; A man with God's good gifts so greatly blest, That few or none his doings may impale, A man unto the widow and the poore, A comfort, and a succour evermore. Three wives he had of credit and of fame; The first of them, Elizabeth that hight, Who buried here, brought to this _Cage_, by name, Seventeene young plants, to give his table light.