Epitaphs on John Combe
Ten in the hundred here lies engraved;
A hundred to ten his soul is not saved.
If anyone asks who lies in this tomb,
"O ho", quoth the devil, "'tis my John Combe".
Howe'er he lived judge not
John Combe shall never be forgot
While poor hath memory, for he did gather,
To make the poor his issue; he, their father,
As record of his tilth and seed
Did crown him in his latter deed.