A child of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel br Epitaphs: ii br br WEEP with me, all you that read br    This little story; br And know, for whom a tear you shed br    Death's self is sorry. br 'Twas a child that so did thrive br    In grace and feature, br As Heaven and Nature seem'd to strive br    Which own'd the creature. br Years he number'd scarce thirteen br    When Fates turn'd cruel, br Yet three fill'd zodiacs had he been br    The stage's jewel; br And did act (what now we moan) br    Old men so duly, br As sooth the Parcae thought him one, br    He play'd so truly. br So, by error, to his fate br    They all consented; br But, viewing him since, alas, too late! br    They have repented; br And have sought, to give new birth, br    In baths to steep him; br But, being so much too good for earth, br    Heaven vows to keep him.