Tradescant, John
Know, stranger, ere thou pass, beneath this stone
Lie John Tradescant, grandsire, father, son.
The last dy'd in his spring, the other two,
Liv'd till they had travelled Art and Nature through
As by their choice collections may appear,
Of what is rare in land, in sea, in air,
Whilst they (as Homer's Iliad in a nut)
A world of wonders in one closet shut.
These famous antiquarian sylvan fawns
To the first gardeners that did set and sow
Had their works been made of gardens and of flowers
Then to these worthies one of all the powers
When angels shall with their trumpets waken men,
And fire shall purge the world, these three shall rise
And change this Garden then for Paradise.
Lie John Tradescant, grandsire, father, son.
The last dy'd in his spring, the other two,
Liv'd till they had travelled Art and Nature through
As by their choice collections may appear,
Of what is rare in land, in sea, in air,
Whilst they (as Homer's Iliad in a nut)
A world of wonders in one closet shut.
These famous antiquarian sylvan fawns
To the first gardeners that did set and sow
Had their works been made of gardens and of flowers
Then to these worthies one of all the powers
When angels shall with their trumpets waken men,
And fire shall purge the world, these three shall rise
And change this Garden then for Paradise.
Church: St. Mary-at-Lambeth - London (in Lambeth, London).
Sex:
Male.
Virtue(s):
Famed*.
Language:
Only English.
Year of death: 1662.
Age at death: 53 (classed as: Adult).
