Author: Epitaph Page 23

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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Of pneumonia supervening consumption complicated with other diseases, the main symptoms of which was insanity.

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Here lie the remains of Thomas Woodhen. The most amiable of husbands And excellent of men. His real name was Woodcock, But it wouldn't come in rhyme.

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Here lies entombed one Roger Morton, whose sudden death was early brought on; trying one day his corn to mow off, the razor slipped and cut his toe off. The toe, or rather what it grew to, an inflammation quickly flew to; the parts they took to mortifying, And poor dear Roger took to dying.

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Here lieth, underneath these stones, The Beard, the Flesh, and eke the Bones Of Wrexham's Clerk, old Daniel Jones.

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Here lies the body of John Mound, lost at sea and never found.

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Slip McVey – He might a be here today – But rum, whisky an a bad gun – Put him away.

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Here beneath this stone we lie, back to back my wife and I, And when the angels trump shall trill, If she gets up then I'll lie still!

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Our life is but a summer's day: Some only breakfast, and away; Others to dinner stay, and are full fed; The oldest man but sups, and goes to bed. Large his account who lingers out the day; Who goes the soonest, has the least to pay.

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GELOW – Francis & Yvonne – On Vacation – Hold mail – Lived

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

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Here lies Andrew – The quality of his armor was not assured

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She lived with her husband for 50 years, and died in the confident hope of a better life.

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When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

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She lived a life of virtue and died of the cholera morbus, caused by eating green fruit in hope of a blessed immortality.

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He has gone to the only place where his own works are excelled.

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Planted here beneath sod. At peaceful rest lies brother Claude

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Here I lie bereft of breath, because a cough carried me off; then a coffin they carried me off in.

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We all have a debt – To nature due – I've paid mine – And so must you.

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Against his will, here lies George Hill, who from a cliff – fell down quite stiff. When it happened is not known, therefore not mentioned on this stone.

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He married five wives, Whom he survived. At the age of 93 he walked to London, to seek a sixth but died before he found her.

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