Herse

In the south aisle, on a slab raised on four low shafts and covered by an iron herse, is a fine coloured recumbent effigy of a bishop

Dido, my deare, alas! Dead, and lyeth wrapt in lead. O heavie herse!

The house is hers'd about with a black wood, Which nods with many a heavy-headed tree: Each flower's a pregnant poison, try'd and good; Each herb a plague.

The Grecians spritefully drew from the darts the corse, And hers'd it, bearing it to fleet.

I would my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear. O, would she were hers'd at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin.