Subject: Epitaphs (Page 4)

His faults are buried with him beneath this stone. His virtues (if he had any) are remembered by his friends.

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Wherever you be, let your wind go free. For holding it in, was the killing of me.

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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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Owen Moore, gone away. Owin' more, than he could pay

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Soon ripe, Soon rotten, Soon gone, Not forgotten

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John Rose, Died Jan. 27. 1810, aged 10 years. Dr Friends and companions all, pray warning take by me, don't venture on the ice too far, as `twas the death of me.

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He was a man of invention great – Above all who he lived nigh; – But he could not invent to live – When God called him to die.

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Here lies old twenty five per cent. The more he had the more he lent. The more he had the more he craved, great God, can his poor soul be saved?

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Here lies the body of Obadiah Wilkinson – And Bulb, his wife. – Their warfare is accomplished.

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He found a rope and picked it up, and with it walked away. It happened that to tother end, a horse was hitched, they say. They took the rope and tied it up, unto a hickory limb. It happened that the tother end, was somehow hitched to him.

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Here lies John Ross, kick'd by a boss.

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Factory Reject

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Here lie I and my three daughters, All from drinking the Cheltenham waters. While if we had kept to the Epsom salts, We should not now be in these here vaults.

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He called Bill Smith a liar

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Here I at length repose, My spirit now at aise is; With the tips of my toes And the point of my nose Turned up to the roots of the daisies.

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Here lies my wife, here lies she; Hallelujah! Hallelujee!

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At threescore winters' end I died, a cheerless being, sole and sad; the nuptial knot I never tied, and wish my father never had.

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This is on me.

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Here lies the landlord Tommy Dent In his last cosy tenement.

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I told you so, you damned fools.

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Here's to Johnny quite a guy. Very sad he had to die. All was well could not be better, Till he wrote my girl a letter.

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