Subject: Epitaphs (Page 6)

Here lies, cut down like unripe fruit, The wife of Deacon Amos Shute. She died of drinking too much coffee, Anno Dominy eighteen forty

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

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Dear God: enclosed, please find Rube Goldberg. Now that you’ve got him, what are you going to do with him?

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Here lies Jim Shaw, attorney-at-law. When he died the devil cried, give me your paw, Jim Shaw, Attorney at law.

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Here lies Suzannah Ensign; Lord she is thin

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This is all that remains of poor Ben Hough. He had forty-nine years and that was enough. Of worldly goods he had his share, And now he's gone to the Devil's snare.

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Whether sailor or not, for a moment avast, poor Tom's mizzen topsail is laid to the mast; he'll never turn out, or more heave the lead; he's now all aback, nor will sails shoot ahead. He ever was brisk, and tho' now gone to wreck. When he hears the last whistle, he'll jump upon deck.

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He lived and died by suicide

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Here lies Johnny Cole. Who died upon my soul after eating a plentiful dinner. While chewing his crust he was turned into dust with his crimes undigested – poor sinner.

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Our papa dear has gone to Heaven, to make arrangements for eleven.

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Ope'd my eyes took a peep. Didn't like it went back to sleep.

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John Edwards who perished in a fire. None could hold a candle to him.

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Here lies a man that was Knott born, His father was Knott before him, He lived Knott, and did Knott die, Yet underneath this stone doth lie.

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Peter Letig was his name, Heaven I hope his station, Baltimore was his dwelling place and Christ is his salvation.

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Beneath this stone, in hopes of Zion, doth lie the landlord of the lion; his son keeps on the business still, resigned unto the heavenly will.

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He found a rope and picked it up, and with it walked away. It happened that to tother end, a horse was hitched, they say. They took the rope and tied it up, unto a hickory limb. It happened that the tother end, was somehow hitched to him.

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I'm in on a plot.

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Jack Lemmon In…

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Near by these grey rocks, enclosed in a box, lies hatter Cox who died of small pox.

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Poems and Epitaphs are but stuff – Here lies Zed Blacksword – that’s enough

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I bowl'd, I struck, I caught, I stopp'd. Sure life's a game of cricket; I block'd with care, with caution popp'd, yet Death has hit my wicket.

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