Author: Epitaph Page 17

Here lies one who never lied before. And one who never will lie More. To which there need be no More said.

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Mary, Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow? Quite well, I bet, Since it's well fed By her body decomposing below.

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Here lies Robert Trollope Who made yon stones roll up. When death took his soul up His body filled this hole up.

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Sacred to the memory of Anthony Drake, who died for peace and quietness sake; his wife was constantly scolding and scoffin; so he sought for repose in a twelve-dollar coffin.

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Cast a cold eye on life, on death. Horseman, pass by!

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Here lie the bones of Joseph Jones who ate while he was able. But once overfed, he dropt down dead and fell beneath the table. When from the tomb, to meet his doom, he arises amidst sinners. Since he must dwell in heaven or hell, take him – whichever gives the best dinners.

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Haine haint

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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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She was good but not brilliant; useful but not great.

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At last I get top billing.

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DEADMAN

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To the Memory of Abraham Beaulieu. Born 15 September 1822. Accidentally shot 4th April 1844. As a mark of affection from his brother

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Death is a debt that’s justly due, that I have paid and so must you.

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Our Little Charlie – He dropped into our world to taste life’s bitter cup, but turned his little head aside, disgusted with the taste and died.

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He was literally a father to all the children of the parish.

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At length a grave spots for him provided, where all through him so many of us died did.

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Here lies Dr Keene, the good Bishop of Chester, who eat up a fat goose, but could not digest her.

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Here lies Bryan Wilkinson – The doc said he'd be 'alright,’ Guess doc was all wrong

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Where did everybody go?

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Our bodies are like shoes, which off we cast, physic their cobblers, and Death their last.

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… Here lies, returned to clay Miss Arabella Young, who on the eleventh day of May began to hold her tongue.

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