Subject: Epitaphs (Page 5)

On this marble drop a tear — Here lies poor Rosalind: All mankind were pleas'd with her, And she with all mankind.

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Sacred to the memory of Henry Harris who died from a kick by a colt in his bowells. Peacable and quiet, a friend to his father and mother, respected by all who knew him, gone to the world where horses don’t kick, where sorrow and weeping are no more.

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This Empty Urn is Sacred to the Memory of John Revere Who Died Abroad in Finistere: If He Had Lived He Would Have Been Buried Here.

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My wife lies here. All my tears cannot bring her back, Therefore, I weep.

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Here lies Fuller's earth.

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Ingenious youth, thou art laid in dust. Thy friends, for thee, in tears did burst.

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Alass Frend Joseph, His End was Almost Sudden, as thou the mandate came express from heaven his foot it slip and he did fall help, help he cries & that was all.

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Here lies Ned. There is nothing more to be said, because we like to speak well of the dead. I came into this world without my consent, and left in the same manner.

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I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

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Here lies Ann Mann, who lived an old maid, but died an old Mann…

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Here lies Barnard Lightfoot Who was accidentally killed in the 45th year of his age. This monument was erected by his grateful family.

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The Lord was good I was lopping off wood – And down fell from a tree. – I met with a check that broke my neck – And so God lopped off me.

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He Never Killed a Man That Did Not Need Killing

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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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Here lies my corpse who was the man, That lov'd a sop in dripping pan, But now believe me I am dead, Now here the pan stands at my head, Still for sop to the last I cry'd, But could not eat and so I died, My neighbours they perhaps may laugh, When they do read my epitaph.

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DOUBT – Martha Mae “Take the back roads!” • Bill – “It’s five o’clock somewhere!”

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He never won immortal fame, nor conquered earthly ills, but men weep for him all the same, he always paid his bills.

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Ma Dyed [sic]

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Little Johnny had a purple monkey, climbing up a yellow stick, little Johnny licked the purple paint of and it made him deathly sick. They stirred him up with calomel, they tried to move his liver, but all in vain, his little soul was wafted o'er the River.

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Rab McBeth – who died for the want of another breath.

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Death is a debt that’s justly due, that I have paid and so must you.

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