1.

Mat. Prior!--(and we must submit)
Is at his journey's end;
In whom the world has lost a wit,
And I, what's more, a friend.

2.

Who vainly hopes long here to stay,
May see with weeping eyes;
Not only nature posts away,
But e'en good nature dies!
3.

Should grave ones count these praises light,
To such it may be said:
A man, in this lamented wight,
Of business too is dead.

4.

From ancestors, as might a fool!
He trac'd no high-fetch'd stem;
But gloriously revers'd the rule,
By dignifying them.

5.