Subject: Epitaphs (Page 26)

Grim Death To Please His Palate Has Taken My Lettice To Put in His Sallat.

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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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Louise. – The Unfortunate.

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Reader pass on and ne'er waste your time, On bad biography and bitter rhyme. For what I am this cumb'rous clay insures, And what I was, is no affair of yours.

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She always said her feet were killing her – but nobody believed her.

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Poems and Epitaphs are but stuff – Here lies Zed Blacksword – that’s enough

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It is so soon that I am done for, I wonder what I was begun for.

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

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"Lord, thy grace is free, — why not for me?"

And the Lord answered and said, — "Because thy debts aint paid I”

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None of us ever voted for Roosevelt or Truman

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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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Listen, Mother, Aunt and me, were killed, here we be. We should not had time to missle had they blown the engine whistle.

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Legacy of BPH – Liar • Thief • Cheat • Selfish • Unsharing • Unloving • Unkind • Disloyal • Dishonorable • Unfaithful

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A peerless matron, pride of female life In every state, as widow, maid, or wife; who wedded, to threescore preserved her fame. She lived a phoenix, and expired in flame.

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Here lies a man beneath this sod, – Who slandered all except his God, – And him he would have slandered too, – But that his God he never knew.

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Here lies a man who all his mortal life, spent mending clocks, but could not mend his wife. The larum of his bell was ne’er so shrill as was her tongue, aye, clacking like a mill. But now he’s gone – oh whither none can tell, but hope beyond the sound of Matty’s bell.

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WILLIAM WILSON – Here Lieth W.W., who never more will, trouble you, trouble you.

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Near by these grey rocks, enclosed in a box, lies hatter Cox who died of small pox.

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Here lies a man that was Knott born, His father was Knott before him, He lived Knott, and did Knott die, Yet underneath this stone doth lie.

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Against his will, here lies George Hill, who from a cliff – fell down quite stiff. When it happened is not known, therefore not mentioned on this stone.

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Within this grave do lie. Back to back my wife and I. When the last trump the air shall fill, if she gets up I’ll just lie still.

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