It chaunced me on* day beside the shore Of silver streaming Thamesis to bee, Nigh where the goodly Verlame stood of yore, Of which there now remaines no memorie, Nor anie little moniment to see, 5 By which the travailer that fares that way

And prizde with slaughter of their generall, The moniment of whose sad funerall, For wonder of the world, long in me lasted, But now to nought, through spoyle of time, is wasted.

though Time all moniments obscure, Yet thy iust labours ever shall endure.

All such vaine moniments of earthlie masse, Devour'd of Time, in time to nought doo passe.

th'honor of your daies 680 And glorie of the world, your high thoughts scorne, Vouchsafe this moniment of his last praise With some few silver dropping teares t'adorne; And as ye be of heavenlie off-spring borne, So unto heaven let your high minde aspire, 685 And loath this drosse of sinfull worlds desire.

So shall succeeding ages have no light Of things forepast, nor moniments of time; And all that in this world is worthie

Some on th'Euboick cliffs in pieces rent; Some scattred on the Hercaean** shores unknowne; And manie lost, of whom no moniment Remaines, nor memorie is to be showne: 590 Whilst all the purchase@ of the Phrigian pray, Tost on salt billowes, round about doth stray.

] Had founded for the kingdomes ornament, And for their memories long moniment.

Rome, living, was the worlds sole ornament; And, dead, is now the worlds sole moniment.

Even this verse, vowd to eternity, Shall be thereof immortall moniment, And tell her praise to all posterity, That may admire such worlds rare wonderment; The happy purchase of my glorious spoile, Gotten at last with labour and long toyle.

For had the equall hevens so much you graced In this as in the rest, ye mote invent* Some hevenly wit, whose verse could have enchased Your glorious name in golden moniment.

Song, made in lieu of many ornaments With which my Love should duly have been dect, Which cutting off through hasty accidents, Ye would not stay your dew time to expect, 430 But promist both to recompens, Be unto her a goodly ornament, And for short time an endlesse moniment!

Briton Moniments, ii.

Something about an old fellowuncle, I believeas died in Kentucky, and the name was moniment-like, you see.

THE MONIMENT.

THE MONIMENT.

Why, wut's to hender, pray? Must I go huntin' round to find a chap To tell me when my face hez hed a slap? THE MONIMENT.

THE MONIMENT.

THE MONIMENT.

THE MONIMENT.

THE MONIMENT.

Better thet all our ships an' all their crews Should sink to rot in ocean's dreamless ooze, Each torn flag wavin' chellenge ez it went, An' each dumb gun a brave man's moniment, Than seek sech peace ez only cowards crave: Give me the peace of dead men or of brave!

THE MONIMENT. I say, ole boy, it ain't the Glorious Fourth: You'd oughto learned 'fore this wut talk wuz worth.

THE MONIMENT.

But you see the town wuz named arter her you knowa sorter moniment to a angel, a kind of po'try that'll keep her name from bein' forgot arter my varses is gone to nothin'.