Epitaph Poem by John Ashmore

This Citie, where to learn I first began,
Me breeding gave, till (growing to a man)
Strange fashions I and kingdoms longd to see;
Not did I scape the Turkish tyrannie.
From which delivered strangely (of thy Art,
O Typhis, I shal skilfull was in part)
Through raging Seas (guided by power divine)
To th'trustier shore of Christians, me and mine
I safely brought. Then, almost spent with toyle,
I came againe to see my Countrey-soyle:
Where to my former trade of life addrest,
At last I here in quiet peace doe rest.