(After Sion Cent, 1386-1420, priest of Kentchurch, in Hereford)
Premier Peer but yesterday,
Lone within the tomb to-morrow;
For his silken garments gay,
Grave-clothes in a gravelled furrow.
No love-making, homage none;
From his mines no golden mintage;
No rich traffic in the sun;
No more purple-purling vintage.
No more usherings out of Hall
By obsequious attendant;
No more part, however small,
In the Pageant's pomp resplendent!
Just a perch of churchyard clay
All the soil he now possesses;
Heavily its burthen grey
On his pulseless bosom presses.