Author: Epitaph Page 27

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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She was not smart, she was not fair, but hearts with grief for her are swellin'; all empty stands her little chair: she died of eatin' water-mellon.

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Here lies a man never beat by a plan, straight was his aim and sure of his game, never was a lover but invented a revolver.

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Here lies John Higley whose father and mother were drowned in their passage from America. Had they both lived they would have been buried here.

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

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

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Curly – Joe DeRita, “The Last Stooge” July 12, 1909 – July 3, 1993

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Here lieth, underneath these stones, The Beard, the Flesh, and eke the Bones Of Wrexham's Clerk, old Daniel Jones.

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Bye

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I am not grieved, my dearest life. Sleep on, I've got another wife. Therefore, I cannot come to thee For I must go and live with she.

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A Man.

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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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Poems and Epitaphs are but stuff – Here lies Zed Blacksword – that’s enough

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That is all

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She tormented him until he dried up like a bundle of Straw.

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He married five wives, Whom he survived. At the age of 93 he walked to London, to seek a sixth but died before he found her.

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Upon the fifth day of November, Christ's College lost a privy member; Cupid and death did both their arrows nick, Cupid shot short, but death did hit the prick; Women lament and maidens make great moans, Because the prick is laid beneath the stones.

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Here lies Fuller's earth.

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Here lie Walker's particles.

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