Subject: Epitaphs (Page 17)

Here lies Joseph Trowlup, who made yon stones roll up: when death took his soul up, his body filled this hole up.

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Here I lie, my name is Ball, I lived, I died, despised by all; and now I cannot chew my crust, I'm gone back to my ancient dust.

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He is not here – But only his pod; He shelled out his peas – And went to his God.

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Gone, but not forgiven

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Longest Live Burial World Record Attempt.

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“I did it my way and I wound up here.”

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Here lies my wife in earthy mould, who when she lived did naught but scold. Peace! wake her not, for now she’s still; she had, but now I have my will.

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Samuel Gardner was blind in one eye and in a moment of confusion he stepped out of a receiving and discharging door in one of the warehouses into the ineffable glories of the celestial sphere.

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Charity, wife of Gideon Bligh, underneath this stone doth lie. Nought was she e'er known to do, that her husband told her to.

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Here lies the body of Jane Gordon. With mouth almighty and teeth accordin!

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Here lies England's premier baron, – Patiently awaiting the last trump.

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Here lays Butch. We planted him raw. He was quick on the trigger – But slow on the draw.

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Here lies the Body of Captain Tully. Aged an hundred and nine years fully. And threescore years before, as Mayor, the sword of this city he did bear. Nine of his wives do with him lie, so shall the tenth when she doth die.

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The dame that rests beneath this tomb, had Rachel's beauty, Leah's fruitful womb, Abigail's wisdom, Lydia's faithful heart, Martha's just care, and Mary's better part.

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I had a lover's quarrel with the world

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My father and mother were both insane – I inherited the terrible stain. – My grandfather, grandmother, aunts and uncles – Were lunatics all, and yet died of carbuncles.

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Beloved Husband of Joan, A Man With Nature, Who Loved Life & His Jigsaws – "Didjabringabeer"

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Come blooming youths, as you pass by, And on these lines do cast an eye. As you are now, so once was I; As I am now, so must you be; Prepare for death and follow me.

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I was not, I am not, I grieve not

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Here lies the bones of David Jones, Laid both dead and dumb. He read a law and plead a cause But died from drinking rum.

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Beneath this grassy Mound now rests One Edgar Oscar Earl, Who to another Hunter looked Exactly like a squirrel.

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