An Epitaph.
Here lies one who never drew Blood himself, yet many slew; Gave the gun its aim, and figure Made in field, yet neer pulld trigger. Armed men have gladly made Him their guide, and him obeyd; At his signified desire Would advance, present, and fire Stout he was, and large of limb, Scores have fled at sight of him! And to all this fame he rose Only following his nose. Neptune was he calld, not he Who controls the boisterous sea, But of happier command, Neptune of the furrowd land; And, your wonder vain to shorten, Pointer to Sir John Throckmorton.
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"Here lies one who never drew..."
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