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Lydia Gore was the wife of the lord of the manor, called Aldrington on the brass but known as Alderton not only today but by most then, the Gore family being the exceptions. Her brass is evidently London-
There is a wealth of poetry commemorating the Gore family and their relatives on the monuments of Alderton church but the rest, some of it recorded as the work of another local clergyman, William Noble, vicar of Sutton Benger, lacks the sheer quality of Tully's work.
Copyright: Jon Bayliss
T. Phillipps, Aubrey's collections for Wilts, (1821), 22-
J. Bayliss, 'Flouds are due unto this stone: English Verse epitaphs at Alderton, Wiltshire', Ecclesiology Today, 43 (2010), 83-
W. Lack, H.M.Stuchfield, P. Whittemore, the Monumental Brasses of Cheshire (1996), 60-
Thomas Randolph's verse commemorating the wife of a friend 'An Epitaph upon Mistress I. T.' was first published in 1638 following Randolph's early death in 1634/5. Its opening couplet was one that inspired similar, if usually somewhat inferior, funeral verse between 1638 and the late eighteenth-
Reader if thou hast a teare,
Thou canst not choose but pay it here.
The author of an epitaph cut on the black marble slab of Richard Davies, died 1639, at Brailes, Warwickshire, changed 'pay' to 'spend' before continuing in his own vein but the brass to Martha, wife of Peter Bennet, alderman of Chester, repeats the first eight lines of Randolph's verse unchanged as her epitaph following her death in 1688. The brass of Lydia Gore, who died on 3rd January 1654/5 has eighteen lines of verse that evidently took its inspiration from Randoph's verse.
Reader, if thou hast a teare
Doe not grudge to drop it here.
Thinke not it can fall alone,
Flouds are due unto this stone;
Here lies (ah how that word does pierce.
And double blacks the mournfull herse)
Vertue's faire copie Heaven's Delight,
Not fitt for mens but Angels sight.
In whose pure brest sweete Innocence
(Exil'd by most) found sure defence.
Where no Black thought, the sire of shame
(Charm'd by her Vertues' Magick) came .
Lov'd by the Rich, the poore did blesse
Her as their Soveraigne Almonesse
Wife, Mother, Friend, better no Age
E're showed up on the world's Stage.
Then Reader if thou hast a teare
Canst thou chuse but drop it here.