Subject: Epitaphs (Page 14)

Soon ripe, Soon rotten, Soon gone, Not forgotten

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Here beneath this pile of stones – Lies all thats left of Sally Jones. – Her name was Lord, it was not Jones, – But Jones was used to rhyme with stones.

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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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This is on me.

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Here lies my wife, here lies she; Hallelujah! Hallelujee!

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Grim death took me without any warning, I was well at night, and died in the morning.

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This tombstone is a milestone – Hah! how so? – Because beneath lies Miles – Who's Miles below; – A little man he was, a dwarf in size, – But now stretch’d out, at least Miles long he lies. – His grave though small, contains a space so wide, – It has Miles in breadth, and Miles in length beside.

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Here lies the bones of David Jones, Laid both dead and dumb. He read a law and plead a cause But died from drinking rum.

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Here lies a lewd Fellow, who, while he drew Breath, In the Midst of his Life was in Quest of his Death; Which he quickly obtain'd for it cost him his Life, For being in Bed with another Man's Wife.

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Here richly, with ridiculous display, the politician’s corpse was laid away. While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged, I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.

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Here lies within this tomb, so calm. Old Giles; pray sound his knell; who thought no song was like a psalm, no music like a knell.

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In memory of Henry Wang, son of his, Father and mother, John and Maria Wang. Died Dec. 31st 1829 … The first deposit of this yard.

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Poorly lived and poorly died. Poorly buried and no one cried.

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Rest In Peace Cousin Huet – We all know you didn't do it

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He lived and died by suicide

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Here lies the body of Jonathan Near Whose mouth it stretched from ear to ear. Tread softly, stranger, o'er this wonder, For if he yawns, you're gone, by thunder.

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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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Let her RIP

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Here lies one who never sacrificed his reason to superstitious God, nor ever believed that Jonah swallowed the whale.

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Here lies Barnard Lightfoot Who was accidentally killed in the 45th year of his age. This monument was erected by his grateful family.

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Poor Martha Snell, she's gone away. She would if she could, but she could not stay; she'd two bad legs, and a baddish cough, but her legs it was that carried her off.

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