Here Lyes Inter'd the Body
of the Honourable JOHN
BURRILL Eƒqr. who died Decm.
10th Anno Chriƒti MDCCXXI Ætatis LXIV
Alas! Our patron's dead! The country - Court The Church - tears, all echo the report;
Grieved that no piety, no mastering sense,
No counsel, gravity, no eloquence,
No generous temper, gravitating to
Those honors, which they did upon him throw,
Could stay his fate, or their dear Burrill save
>From a contagious sickness and the grave.
The adjacent towns this loss reluctant bear,
But widowed Lynn sustains the greatest share;
Yet joys in being guardian of his dust
Until the resurrection of the just.

Here Lyes Inter'd the Body
of the Honourable JOHN
BURRILL Eƒqr. who died Decm.
10th Anno Chriƒti MDCCXXI Ætatis LXIV
Alas! Our patron's dead! The country - Court The Church - tears, all echo the report;
Grieved that no piety, no mastering sense,
No counsel, gravity, no eloquence,
No generous temper, gravitating to
Those honors, which they did upon him throw,
Could stay his fate, or their dear Burrill save
>From a contagious sickness and the grave.
The adjacent towns this loss reluctant bear,
But widowed Lynn sustains the greatest share;
Yet joys in being guardian of his dust
Until the resurrection of the just.