John Weever

Anonymous, "Upon my very worthy Friend Master John Weever, a learned Antiquary" in Strype, Survey of London (1633); Gentleman's Magazine 58 (July 1788) 600.

WEAVER, who labour'd in a learned strain
To make men, long since dead, to live again,
And, with expence of oyle and ink, did watch
From the worm's mouth the sleeping coarse to catch,
Hath, by his industry, begot a way
Death (who insindiates all things) to betray,
Redeeming freely, by his care and cost,
Many a sad herse which time long since gave lost,
And to forgotten dust such spirit did give,
To make it in our memories to live.
Where death destroy'd, when he had power to save,
In that he did not seek to rob the grave;
For wheresoe'er a ruin'd tomb he found,
His pen hath built it new out of the ground.
'Twixt earth and him this interchange we find,
She hath, to him, he bin to her, like kind.
She was his mother, he a grateful child,
Made her his theme in a large work compil'd
Of funeral reliques and brave structures rear'd
On such as seem'd unto her most indear'd,
Alternately a grave to him she lent,
O'er which his book remains a monument.