Subject: Epitaphs (Page 13)

And this is all that’s left of thee , thou fairest of earth’s daughters. Only four pounds of ashes white, out of two hundred and three quarters.

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HA! HA! I’m Pushing Up Daisies!!!

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Here lyeth wrapped in clay, the body of Ester Wray: I have no more to say, except bless the day, she went away 3rd May 1872.

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1890. The light of my Life has gone out. – 1891. I have struck another match.

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Here lies the body of John Round. Lost at sea and never found.

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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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My sledge and anvil lie declined, my bellows too have lost their wind; my fire’s extinct, my forge decay’d. And in the dust my body’s laid: my coal is out, my iron’s gone, my nails are drove, my work is done.

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He didn't believe in God; And when he did, they argued.

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Here lies the bones of Eichard Lawton – Whose death alas I was strangely brought on. – Trying his corns one day to mow off. – His razor slipped and cut his toe off. – His toe or rather what it grew to, – An inflimation quickly flew to. – Which took alas to mortifying – And was the cause of Eichards dying.

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Don’t Talk So Damn Dumb

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Here lies two brothers by misfortune surrounded; one died of his wounds but the other was drownded.

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I Made Some Good Deals and I Made Some Bad Ones. I Really Went in the Hole With This One.

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Here lieth Richard Dent in his last tenement.

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Beneath this silent tomb is laid, a noisy antiquated maid, who from her cradle talked till death, and ne'er before was out of breath.

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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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Sudden and unexpected was the end – Of our esteemed and beloved friend, – He gave to all his friends a sudden shock – By one day falling into Sunderland dock.

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Here lies the body of Molly Dickie, the Wife of Hall Dickie, tailor

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Tom Smith is dead, and here he lies, nobody laughs and nobody cries; where his soul's gone, or how it fares, nobody knows, and nobody cares.

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Getting there is half the fun!

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Here lies the darling of his time – Mitchel expired in his prime. – Who four years short of forty seven – Was found full ripe and plucked for Heaven.

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Without you, Heaven would be too dull to bear
And Hell would not be Hell if you are there.

(1906 – 1992) English academic, barrister & book-collector
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