Publisher's Synopsis
Here is a magnificent monument, erected in 1611, by Lady Dyer, in memory of her deceased husband, Sir William Dyer, the inscription upon which tells us that "they multiplied themselves into seven children." Beneath are the following quaint lines: - My dearest dust, could not thy hasty day Afford thy drowsy patience leave to stay One hour longer, so that we might either Have set up, or gone to bed together! But since thy finished labour hath possessed Thy weary limbs with early rest, Enjoy it sweetly, and thy widow bride Shall soon repose her by thy slumbering side! Whose business now is to prepare My nightly dress and call to prayer. Mine eyes wax heavy, and the days grow old, The dew falls thick-my blood grows cold: - Draw, draw the closed curtains, and make room, My dear, my dearest dust, I come, I come.
