Classic Poem

In Memory of Games Jones late of Grays-Inn Esq & Recorder of Brecknock, who dyed in ye 31th year of His Age May the 18th 1681

Stay Passenger

And know who lyes beneath this Stone
One who was no mans Foe, no not his owne
Who liv'd as Adam did before he fell
But yt no Rib of his conspir'd with Hell
Who Arts & Manners Townes and Men survey'd
But beyond vertue & himself nere Stray'd
Soe fair above our scantling yt we knew
What he was then no more then wt he's now
The craggy fortress of the knotty Law
Like Caesar he did conquer as he saw
Learning & parts wch seldom met elswhere
Ev'n wth the strictest tyes were Marry'd here
And yet his parts ne'er grew so nicely high
As wth them him that gave them to defy
Nor was his curious Learning e'er employ'd
In making of its own great Charter voyd
He dy'd too soon but not too young who in his own could shew
The Age of Sixteen Hundred years agoe.
In short here lyes a Brother Freind & Son
(Of Vertues a Community in one)
Of each ye best, now passenger be gone.