Wouldst Thou Hear What Man Can Say In A Little? Reader, Stay. Underneath This Stone Doth Lie As Much Beauty As Could Die; Which In Life Did Harbor Give To More Virture Than Doth Live. If At All She Had A Fault, Leave It Buried In This Vault. One Name Was Elizabeth, Th' Other Let It Sleep With Death; Fitter, Where It Died To Tell, Than That It Lived At All. Farewell.