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WILLIAM WILSON – Here Lieth W.W., who never more will, trouble you, trouble you.

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The body of Benjamin Franklin, printer like the coyer of an old book its contents torn out and stripped of its lettering and gilding, lies here food for worms. – Yet the work itself shall not be lost for it will, as he believed, appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition corrected and amended by the author.

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

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He looked for gold and died of lead poison

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Our life is but a summer's day: Some only breakfast, and away; Others to dinner stay, and are full fed; The oldest man but sups, and goes to bed. Large his account who lingers out the day; Who goes the soonest, has the least to pay.

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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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Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear. To dig the dust enclosed here; blessed be the man that spares these stones, and curst be he that moves my bones.

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Here lies Elizabeth, my wife for 47 years, and this is the first damn thing she ever done to oblige me.

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Here lies Thomas Smith and what is somewhat rareish, he was born bred and hanged in this e’er parish.

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Poor Betty Conway, she drank lemonade at a masquerade, So now she's dead and gone away.

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… Going! Going!! Gone!!!

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When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

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Poor John Scott is buried here, tho' once he was both hale and stout. Death stretched him on his bitter bier, in another world he hops about.

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Grim death took me without any warning, I was well one day, and stone dead next morning.

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Cold is my bed, but oh, I love it, – for colder are my friends above it.

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Ma Dyed [sic]

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Some have children, others none, Here lies the mother of twenty one.

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This is what I expected, but not so soon.

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Tired of this eternal buttoning and unbuttoning.

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Stop, reader, pray and read my gate. What caused my life to terminate. For thieves by night when in my bed Broke in my house and shot me dead.

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