Subject: Epitaphs (Page 17)

Sacred to the memory of Miss Martha Grimm. She was so very spare within, she burst the outward shell of sin and hatched herself a cherubim.

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Beneath this stone now dead to grief Lies Grid the famous Wokag chief. Pause here and think you learned prig, This man was once an Indian big. Consider this, ye lowly one, this man was once a big in-jun. Now he lies here, you too must rot, as sure as pig shall go to pot.

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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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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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“I’m just resting my eyes”

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I was somebody. – Who, is no business – of yours.

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Heave a sigh For old John Doak. He didn't know His brakes were broke

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Here lies the body Of Margaret Bent. She kicked up her heels And away she went.

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At threescore winters' end I died, a cheerless being, sole and sad; the nuptial knot I never tied, and wish my father never had.

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Here lies Rob Master, Faith! 'twas very hard, to take away an honest Robin's breath; yes, surely Robin was full well prepared. For he was always looking out for death.

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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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He was young – He was fair – But the Injuns – Raised his hair

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In the pride of his manhood he heard the last call, – Though first in the field where his feet pressed the sod. – He hath gained his last wicket and thrown his last ball, – To join in the choir 'round the throne of his God.

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Here Lies Good Old Fred – A Great Big Rock Fell On His Head – R.I.P.

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The devil slipped in like a weasil – And down to Hell he took old Kezle.

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The dust of Melantha Gribbling Swept up at last by the Great Housekeeper

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He lived and died by suicide

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I've finally stopped getting dumber.

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Stop, reader, pray and read my gate. What caused my life to terminate. For thieves by night when in my bed Broke in my house and shot me dead.

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He was a simple man who died of complications.

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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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