Subject: Epitaphs (Page 12)

No doctor ever physicked me, was never near my side. But when fever came I thought of the name, and that was enough – I died.

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A live Dog is better than a dead Lion. Come drop a tear as you pass by, as you are now so once was I, as I am now you soon must be, prepare for death and follow me.

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Learn the living from the dead, how easy breaks life's tender thread

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He lived one hundred and five. Sanguine and strong. A hundred to five, you live not so long.

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Here lies the body of William Beck – He was thrown at a hunt and broke his neck.

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John Le Mesurier wishes it to be know that he conked out on November 15th. He sadly misses family and friends.

(1912 – 1983) English actor
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Here lies the body of Detlof Swenson, waiter. God finally caught his eye.

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Here lies Dave Jordan – His last words were a shame… 'There's a light at the end of the tunnel'… Unfortunately it was a train

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… He's done a-catching cod, and gone to meet his God.

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John and Lydia, that blooming pair, a whale killed him and her body lies here.

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Father and Mother and I choose to be buried asunder. Father and Mother here, and I buried yonder.

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Of him within, nought e'er gratis was had, that you read this so cheap now makes him sad.

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Beneath this stone lies Lamb asleep, who died a Lamb who lived a sheep. Many a lamb and sheep he slaughtered but cruel Death the scene has altered.

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On this marble drop a tear — Here lies poor Rosalind: All mankind were pleas'd with her, And she with all mankind.

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Hell no! I came here to die not to make a speech!

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Under this yew tree, buried would he be, because his father – he planted this yew tree.

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Here lies Suzannah Ensign; Lord she is thin

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Here doth lye the bodie – Of John Flye, who did die – By a stroke from a sky-rocket – Which hit him on the eye-socket.

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Eliza, sorrowing rears this marble slab to her dear John who died of eating crab.

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Beneath the stone, a lump of clay, lies the man called Peter Hannels, who early in the month of May, took off his winter flannels.

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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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