Chase HenryIn life I was the town drunkard;When I died the priest denied me burialIn holy ground.The which redounded to my good fortune.For the Protestants bought this lot,And buried my body here,Close to the grave of the banker Nicholas,And of his wife Priscilla.Take note, ye prudent and pious souls,Of the cross—currents in lifeWhich bring honor to the dead, who lived in shame
In life I was the town drunkard;When I died the priest denied me burialIn holy ground.The which redounded to my good fortune.For the Protestants bought this lot,And buried my body here,Close to the grave of the banker Nicholas,And of his wife Priscilla.Take note, ye prudent and pious souls,Of the cross—currents in lifeWhich bring honor to the dead, who lived in shame