Three Husbands (Epitaph no. 9)

Here lies my husbands, One, Two, Three:

Dumb as men ever could wish to be.

As for my Fourth, well, praise be God

He bides for a little above the sod.

But his wits being weak and his eyeballs dim,

Heav'n speed at last I'll wear weeds for him.

Thomas, John, Henry, were these three's names

And to make things tidy, I adds his -- James.