Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem.

For the Lord Jesus Christ's sake, Do all the good you can, To all the people you can, In all the ways you can, As long as ever you can.

Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee, And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me; Thy Smiles I count not, nor thy frowns I fear, My days are past, my head lies quiet here. What faults you saw in me take Care to shun, Look but at home, enough is to be done.

Ecce quod expendi habui, quod donavi habeo, quod negavi punior, quod servavi perdidi.

Beneath these green trees rising to the skies, The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies; The time shall come when these green trees shall fall, And Isaac Greentree rise above them all.

Baths, wine and Venus bring decay to our bodies; but baths, wine and Venus make up life. [Lat., Balnea, vina, Venus corrumpunt corpora nostra; Sed vitam faciunt baldea, vina, Venus.]