Author: Epitaph Page 13

Open, open wide ye golden gates that lead to the heavenly shore. Our father suffered in passing through and mother weighs much more.

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Here lies within this tomb, so calm. Old Giles; pray sound his knell; who thought no song was like a psalm, no music like a knell.

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Here lies poor Ned Pardon, from misery freed, Who long was a bookseller's hack; He led such a damnable life in this world, I don't think he'll ever come back.

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Close behind this stone Here lies alone Captain Reynolds Marvin Expecting his wife When ends her life. And we both are freed from sarvin',

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GELOW – Francis & Yvonne – On Vacation – Hold mail – Lived

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#$%& @!&% #?!$% @?*&!@^#!* @*$! &!%?

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Go away – I’m asleep.

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Here into the dust, the mouldering crust, of Eleanour Bachelour's shoven; well versed in the arts of pies, custards, and tarts. And the lucrative skill of the oven. When she lived long enough, she made her last puff, a puff by her husband much praised, now here she doth lie and makes a dirt pie, in hopes that her crust shall be raised.

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Here lies Gilles – Used no net, knew no fear, made mis-step, wound up here

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Within this grave do lie. Back to back my wife and I. When the last trump the air shall fill, if she gets up I’ll just lie still.

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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 my wife a sad slatterned shrew. If I said I regretted her, I should lie too.

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Elizabeth Scott lies buried here, She was born Nov 20th 1785, according to the best of her recollection.

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Here lies the body of Lady O'Looney, Grand-niece to Edmund Burke, Commonly called "the sublime." She was bland, passionate, and religious. Also, She painted in water-colors. Also, She sent several articles to the Exhibition.

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Here lies two brothers by misfortune surrounded; one died of his wounds but the other was drownded.

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These hillocks green and mouldering bones, these gloomy tombs and lettered stones. One admonition here supply: Reader! art thou prepared to die?

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

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Entombed within this vault a lawyer lies, who, fame assureth us was just and wise, an able advocate and honest too; that's wondrous strange, indeed, if it be true.

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Beneath this smooth stone by the bone of his bone – Sleeps Master John Gill; – By lies when alive this attorney did thrive, – And now that he's dead he lies still.

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This wasn’t my idea

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Here lies Bernard Lightfoot who was accidentally killed in his forty fifth year.

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