Subject: Epitaphs (Page 21)

Those who cared for him while living, will know whose body is buried here, to others it does not matter.

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Here Delia's buried at fourscore; When young, a lewd rapacious Whore, Vain and expensive; but when old, A pious, sordid, drunken Scold.

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Called Back.

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Beneath this smooth stone by the bone of his bone, Sleeps Master John Gill; By lies when alive this attorney did thrive, And now that he's dead he lies still.

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

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Reader if cash thou are – In want of any – dig 4 feet deep – And thou wilt find a Penny.

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Here lie the bones of Joseph Jones who ate while he was able. But once overfed, he dropt down dead and fell beneath the table. When from the tomb, to meet his doom, he arises amidst sinners. Since he must dwell in heaven or hell, take him – whichever gives the best dinners.

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Here lies old Rastus Sominy – died a-eating hominy, In 1859 anno domini

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I had a lover's quarrel with the world

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

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To the memory of Ric Richards who by a gangrene first lost a toe, then a leg and lastly his life.

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#$%& @!&% #?!$% @?*&!@^#!* @*$! &!%?

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I Dionysius underneath this tomb – Some sixty years of age have reached my doom. – Ne'er having married, think it sad, – And I wish my father never had.

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… But the reason why I am here interred according to my thinking, – Is owing to my good living and hard drinking, – If therefore, good Christians, you wish to live long – Don't drink to much wine, brandy, gin, or any thing strong.

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Lie heavy on him, earth, for he laid many a heavy load on thee.

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Office upstairs.

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My father and mother were both insane – I inherited the terrible stain. – My grandfather, grandmother, aunts and uncles – Were lunatics all, and yet died of carbuncles.

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Here lies the body of Emily White, she signalled left, and then turned right.

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The milk of human kindness was Vny own dear cherub wife – I'll never find another one as good in all my life. – She bloomed, she blossomed, she decayed. – And under this tree her body we laid.

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Upon the fifth day of November, Christ's College lost a privy member; Cupid and death did both their arrows nick, Cupid shot short, but death did hit the prick; Women lament and maidens make great moans, Because the prick is laid beneath the stones.

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I was Carolina Born – and Carolina bred – and here I lay – Carolina dead!

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