Subject: Epitaphs (Page 30)

We all have a debt – To nature due – I've paid mine – And so must you.

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Here beneath this stone we lie, back to back my wife and I, And when the angels trump shall trill, If she gets up then I'll lie still!

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Here lies the body of Jonathan Near Whose mouth it stretched from ear to ear. Tread softly, stranger, o'er this wonder, For if he yawns, you're gone, by thunder.

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Hell no! I came here to die not to make a speech!

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Stephen and Time are now both even. Stephen beat Time and now Time's beat Stephen.

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Here lies my poor wife, much lamented, She is happy and I am contented.

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Poorly lived and poorly died. Poorly buried and no one cried.

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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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Our Little Charlie – He dropped into our world to taste life’s bitter cup, but turned his little head aside, disgusted with the taste and died.

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This world is a prison in every respect, whose walls are the heavens in common; the jailor is sin, and the prisoners men; and the fetters are nothing but women.

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