Subject: Epitaphs (Page 6)

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

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As you are now, I once was. As I am now, you shall be. So prepare for death and follow me.

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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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John Le Mesurier wishes it to be know that he conked out on November 15th. He sadly misses family and friends.

(1912 – 1983) English actor
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John Palfryman who is buried here, was aged four and twenty years. And near this place his Mother lies, likewise his father when he dies.

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Here lies Johnny Cole. Who died upon my soul after eating a plentiful dinner. While chewing his crust he was turned into dust with his crimes undigested – poor sinner.

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Here lies the body of Richard Thomas, an Englishman by birth, a Whig of '76 – a Cooper by trade, now food for worms. Like an old rum puncheon whose staves are all marked and numbered he will be raised and put together again by his Maker.

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The wedding-day appointed was, and wedding clothes provided, before the nuptial day, alas! He sickened and he die did.

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She always said her feet were killing her – but nobody believed her.

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Here lies the body of Emily White, she signalled left, and then turned right.

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This is what I expected, but not so soon.

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John Edwards who perished in a fire. None could hold a candle to him.

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Beneath these green trees rising to the skies, the planter of them, Isaac Greentree lies! A time shall come when these green trees shall fall, and Isaac Greentree rise above them all.

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"May ye be in heaven an hour before the devil knows you're dead"

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

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Ope'd my eyes took a peep. Didn't like it went back to sleep.

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Here lies the worst king and the most miserable man in the kingdom.

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

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In memory of Richard Fothergill, who met vierlent death near this spot 18 hundred and 40 too. He was shot by his own pistill. It was not one of the new kind; but an old fashioned brass barrell. Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.

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I had a lover's quarrel with the world

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Here lies Sir John Guise: No one laughs, no one cries: Where he's gone, and how he fares, No one knows, and no one cares.

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