Subject: Epitaphs (Page 24)

He married five wives, Whom he survived. At the age of 93 he walked to London, to seek a sixth but died before he found her.

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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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G. Winch, the brewer, lies buried here. In life he was both hale and stout. Death brought him to his bitter bier. Now in heaven he hops about.

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

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Death is a debt that’s justly due, that I have paid and so must you.

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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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Office upstairs.

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Here lies the body of Mary Morgan. Like the morning dew she glistened, exhaled, and went to heaven.

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I’d rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one.

(234 – 149 BC) Roman statesman
Death Epitaphs

The body of Benjamin Franklin, printer like the coyer of an old book its contents torn out and stripped of its lettering and gilding, lies here food for worms. – Yet the work itself shall not be lost for it will, as he believed, appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition corrected and amended by the author.

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Here lies Bernard Lightfoot who was accidentally killed in his forty fifth year.

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Mitchell – Well This Sucks

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Here lies (the Lord have mercy on her) One of Her Majesty's maids of honour: she was young, slender, and pretty; she died a maid — the more's the pity.

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Mr. Fish. Worms are bait for fish, but here's a sudden change, fish is bait for worms. Is not that passing strange?

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Stranger pause my tale attend, and learn the cause of Hannah’s end. Across the world the wind did blow, she ketched a cold that laid her low. We shed a lot of tears ‘tis true, but life is short – aged 82.

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I've finally stopped getting dumber.

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When I was in the military, they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one.

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Tired of this eternal buttoning and unbuttoning.

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He has gone to the only place where his own works are excelled.

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Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear. To dig the dust enclosed here; blessed be the man that spares these stones, and curst be he that moves my bones.

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Excuse Me

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