From Gallants, Puritans, and Divines
“Upon A Child”
Here a pretty baby lies
Sung asleep with lullabies;
Pray be silent, and not stir
Th’ easy earth that covers her.
“To Robin Redbreast”
Laid out for dead, let thy last kindness be
With leaves and moss-work for to cover me.
And while the wood-nymphs my cold corpse inter,
Sing thou my dirge, sweet warbling chorister.
For epitaph, in foliage, next write this:
Here, here the tomb of Robin Herrick is.