St. Saviour's Church,

In the Borough of Southwark.

FROM AN ANCIENT MONUMENT.

Like to the damask rose you see,
Or like the blossom on the tree;
Or like the dainty flow'r of May,
Or like the morning of the day.
Or like the sun, or like the shade,
Or like the gourd which Jonah made;
Ev'n so is man whose thread is spun,
Drawn out and cut, and so is done.
The rose withers, the blossom blasteth,
The flow'rs fade, the morning hasteth ;
The sun sets, the shadow flies,

The gourd consumes, and man he dies.

SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF THE

REV. WILLIAM WENKWORTH,
Late Chaplain of this Parish.

Pious without ostentation,
Zealous with discretion,
Active in the cause of distress,
Humble and laborious,

In the ministry of the word,
He fell asleep in Jesus, a debtor to grace.
August 22, 1804, in his 54th year.

THOMAS SWAIN,

Died, 22d May, 1772, aged 60,

SARAH his Relict,

Died, June 29th, aged 74;

Also, their Grandson,

Died, 1784, aged 3 Months.

Here kindred ashes blend, a matron worn
With length of years; a grandson lately born ;
To one to share the toils of life was given,
And one just past us on his way to Heav'n.
Both the same lesson learned, the one was taught
By long experience, that this world has nought;
But bitter draughts, and one when given to taste,
Sipp'd like its Saviour and refused the rest;
We both were pilgrims and far off from home,
And far remov'd we trust from ills to come.

EDWARD ROBINSON BREWER,
Ob. 20th July, 1652,

And his Two Sons, Edward and Richard.

The grave stone is thus inscribed :

Underneath this stone lie three,

Join'd by consanguinity;

The father he did lead the way,

(His sons made haste, death could not stay,)

The eldest son the next did go,
The younger might in vain say, No;
But as they all received their breath,
So did they soon resign to death;

For to enjoy that heav'nly rest,

Which is ordain'd for those who are blest.

In the Cross-Aisle,

A monument of marble and other stone, at the north end of this aisle, adorned with columns, entablature, and arched piedment of the Ionic order; also the figure of the deceased, habited in a gown lined with fur and cumbent, his head reposing on the palm of his right hand, in the left a book, also a cherub.

Here Lockyer lies interr'd, enough his name
Speaks, one hath few competitors in fame;
A name so great, so general it may scorn
Inscriptions which do vulgar tombs adorn!
A diminution 'tis to write in verse

His eulogies which most men's mouths rehearse ;
His virtues and his pills are so well known,
That
envy can't confine them under stone;
But they'll survive his dust, and not expire
Till all things else at the universal fire.
This verse is lost, his pills embalm him safe
To future times without an epitaph.

Deceased, April 26, A. D. 1672, aged 72.

A MONUMENT

On the west Wall of the south stern of the Cross-Aisle.

Inscribed:-
:-

Monumentum viri justi.

IN MEMORY OF

JOHN SYMONS,

Citizen and White Baker, London;

Who departed this life, the 10th of August, 1625,

And was a good benefactor unto this parish, who gave to the poor £8. per annum for ever, to be distributed on the feast-day of St. Thomas, before Christmas, and unto St. George's parish Southwark, the sum of £10. per annum for ever; and unto the parish of St. Mary's, Newington in Surry, the sum £5. per annum for ever. These sums to come unto the parishes, after the decease of his father Samuel Symons, who yet liveth, in the year 1631.

His flesh interr'd here once contain❜d a spirit,
Who by God's mercy and a Saviour's merit,
Departed in that constant hope of trust,
To reign eternally among the just;

To live and die well, was his whole endeavour,
And in assurance died to live for ever.

Here were also buried

THOMAS YOUNG, CLARENCEX

King at Arms;

WILLIAM, LORD SEALES;

WILLIAM, EARL WARREN;

JOHN BUCKLAND GLOVER ;

1635.

With this Epitaph :

Not twice ten years of age, a weary breath
Have I exchang'd for a happy death;

My course so short, the longer is my rest,
God takes them soonest, whom he loveth best ;
For he that's born to-day and dies to-morrow,
Loseth some time of rest, but more of sorrow.

ON A STONE

In the New Chapel, under the Grocer's-Arms.

Garret some call'd him, but that was too high, His name is Garrard who now here doth lie; He in his youth was toss'd by many a wave, But now at port arriv'd, rests in his grave. The Church he did frequent while he had breath, And wish'd to lie therein after his death; Weep not for him, since he is gone before To Heav'n, where grocers there are many more.