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This page concludes the article entitled St. Martin's Ludgate, which started on Page 272.
It is followed by the article entitled St. Martin's Orgars, on this page.
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  Where they do quietly expect
  To rise again as God's elect.
  They left four daughters and a sonne,
  Who left them this when they were gone.

The other is on Florens Caldwell, Esq;
citizen and haberdasher, and Mary his
wife, the latter of whom died June 19,
1590.

  Earth goes to earth, as mold to mold,
  Earth treads on earth, glittering in gold,
  Earth as to earth returne neare should,
  Earth shall to earth goe ere he would,
  Earth upon earth consider may,
  Earth goes to earth naked away.
  Earth, though on earth be stout and gay,
  Shall from earth pass poore away.
    Be merciful and charitable,
    Relieve the poor as thou art able;
    A shrowd to thy grave
    Is all thou shalt have.

St. MARTIN'S ORGARS, a rectory, the
church of which was situated on the east
side of St. Martin's lane near Canon street,
in Candlewick ward, and is so named from
its dedication to St. Martin; and the ad-
ditional epithet of Orgars, from Odgarus
or Ordgarus, who was probably its foun-
der or patron: but this church being de-
stroyed
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stroyed with the rest of the public edifices
in the fire of London in 1666, and not
rebuilt, the parish was annexed to the
church of St. Clement Eastcheap.  Newc.
Rep. Eccles. Paroch.

In this church was a tomb with the
following epitaph, mentioned by Mr.
Strype in his edition of Stowe's Survey, on
Sir Allen Cotton, Knt. Alderman, and
sometime Lord Mayor of London, who
died on the 24th of September 1628, leav-
ing three sons and two daughters; and
these sons caused his monument to be
erected.

  When he left earth, rich bounty dy'd,
  Mild courtesie gave place to pride:
  Soft Mercie to bright Justice said,
  O sister! we are both betray'd:
  White Innocence lay on the ground
  By Truth, and wept at either's wound.
  The sons of Levi did lament,
  Their lamps went out, their oil was spent.
  Heav'n hath his soul, and only we
  Spin out our lives in misery.
  So, Death, thou missest of thy ends,
  And kill'st not him, but kill'st his friends.

St. MARTIN'S OUTWICH, at the south east
angle of Threadneedle street, in Broad
street ward, owes its additional epithet to
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