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Here lie the remains of John Hall, grocer. The world is not worth a fig, and I have good raisins for saying so.

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Here doth lye the bodie – Of John Flye, who did die – By a stroke from a sky-rocket – Which hit him on the eye-socket.

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The milk of human kindness was Vny own dear cherub wife – I'll never find another one as good in all my life. – She bloomed, she blossomed, she decayed. – And under this tree her body we laid.

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Those who cared for him while living, will know whose body is buried here, to others it does not matter.

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

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Here lies England's premier baron, – Patiently awaiting the last trump.

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Grim death took me without any warning. I was well at night, and dead in the morning.

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I Dionysius underneath this tomb – Some sixty years of age have reached my doom. – Ne'er having married, think it sad, – And I wish my father never had.

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Here lies Charles. Had six guns Needed seven. Now he is in heaven

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Shall all we die? We shall die all. All die shall we? Die all we shall.

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My candle burns at both ends, – It will not last the night, – But Oh, my foes, – And Ah, my friends, – It gives a lovely light

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Here lies Frank a shining light, whose name, life, actions all were white.

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A peerless matron, pride of female life In every state, as widow, maid, or wife; who wedded, to threescore preserved her fame. She lived a phoenix, and expired in flame.

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In Memory of Jacob, third son of Capt. Jacob Rice, died May 7, 1818 Et. 9 yrs. – His death was occasioned by the fall of a dung fork, one tine penetrating his brain.

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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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“Don’t Try”

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He found a rope and picked it up, and with it walked away. It happened that to tother end, a horse was hitched, they say. They took the rope and tied it up, unto a hickory limb. It happened that the tother end, was somehow hitched to him.

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Here lies Kelly, we buried him today. He lived the life of Riley, when Riley was away!

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Mr. Fish. Worms are bait for fish, but here's a sudden change, fish is bait for worms. Is not that passing strange?

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Here lies one who for medicine would not give, a little gold, and so his life he lost: I fancy now he'd wish again to live, could he but guess how much his funeral cost.

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

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