Subject: Epitaphs (Page 4)

I lodged have in many a town and travelled many a year. Till age and death have brought me down, to my last lodging here.

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We must all die there is no doubt – Your glass is running… mine is out

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Two great physicians first, my Loving husband tried, to cure my pain, in vain. At last he got a third, and then I died.

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Pray for me, old Thomas Dunn, but if you don't, tis all one.

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Here lays Butch. We planted him raw. He was quick on the trigger – But slow on the draw.

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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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This man when alive was a slave, but behold such is fate, having died he is equal in power, to Darius the Great.

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Here lies the wife of brother Thomas, whom tyrant death has torn from us, her husband never shed a tear, until his wife was buried here. And then he made a fearful rout, for fear she might find her way out.

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Without you, Heaven would be too dull to bear
And Hell would not be Hell if you are there.

(1906 – 1992) English academic, barrister & book-collector
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Julia Newton – died of thin shoes, April 17th, 1839, age 19 years.

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She tormented him until he dried up like a bundle of Straw.

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… He's done a-catching cod, and gone to meet his God.

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She lived a life of virtue and died of the cholera morbus, caused by eating green fruit in hope of a blessed immortality.

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Here lies John Hill, a man of skill. His age was five times ten, he ne'er did good, nor ever would, had he lived as long again.

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Here lies the body of Richard Hind, – Who was neither ingenious, sober, nor kind.

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She lived with her husband for 50 years, and died in the confident hope of a better life.

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John and Lydia, that blooming pair, a whale killed him and her body lies here.

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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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Tired of this eternal buttoning and unbuttoning.

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Here lies John Auricular, Who in the ways of the Lord walked perpendicular.

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Here lies the body of Robert Lowe. Whither he’s gone I do not know. If to the realms of peace and love, farewell to happiness above. If to a place of lower level, I don’t congratulate the d—l.

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