Epitaphs I 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 Harbour Give To More Virtue Than Doth Live. If At All She Had A Fault, Leave It Buried In This Vault. One Name Was Elizabeth, The Other, Let It Sleep With Death: Fitter, Where It Died, To Tell Than That It Lived At All. Farewell.