Subject: Epitaphs (Page 28)

When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

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Here lies one Wood enclosed in wood. One Wood within another. The outer wood Is very good: we cannot praise the other.

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Our bodies are like shoes, which off we cast, physic their cobblers, and Death their last.

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Here lies the body of Jonathan Stout. He fell in the water and never got out, And still is supposed to be floating about.

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Here lies Andrew – The quality of his armor was not assured

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Here lies Slip Mcvey. He would be here today, but bad whiskey and a fast gun put him away

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Sacred to Wm Collis boat-steerer of the ship St George of New Bedford, who by the will of Almighty God was killed by a whale off this Island

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My candle burns at both ends, – It will not last the night, – But Oh, my foes, – And Ah, my friends, – It gives a lovely light

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RUSSELL J. LARSEN – Two things I love most, good horses and beautiful women, and when I die I hope they tan this old hide of mine, and make it into a ladies riding saddle, so I can rest in peace between the two things I love.

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Let her RIP

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Constant Craps 1913-1977

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Behold! I come as a thief. – Death loves a shining mark. – In this case he had it.

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There once was a man named Don, who fell asleep out on his lawn. They thought he was pretending to be dead, then a tombstone fell on his head. And now Don is long gone.

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Beneath this stone a lump of clay, lies Uncle Peter Dan'els – who early in the month of May, took off his winter flannels.

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Office upstairs.

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No doctor ever physicked me, was never near my side. But when fever came I thought of the name, and that was enough – I died.

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Here lies the body of Edward Hyde. We laid him here because he died.

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A rum cough carried him off.

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Here lies the man Richard, and Mary his wife, whose surname was Prichard. They lived without strife, and the reason was plain. They abounded in riches, they had no care nor pain, and his wife wore the britches.

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She failed her breathalizer test now she lays with the best

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Here lies John Higley whose father and mother were drowned in their passage from America. Had they both lived they would have been buried here.

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