Author: Epitaph Page 4

Learn the living from the dead, how easy breaks life's tender thread

Epitaphs

“Here lies my wife in earthy mold, Who when she died and naught but scold. Good friends go softly in your walking lest she should wake and rise up talking”

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See how God works his wonders now and then, here lies a lawyer, and an honest man.

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Here lies the body of Detlof Swenson, waiter. God finally caught his eye.

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Agreeable to the memory of Mrs Alinda Tewksbury. She was not a beleiver [sic] in the Christian idolitry.

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The children of Israel wanted bread and the Lord sent them manna. Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife, and the Devil sent him Anna.

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I plant these shrubs upon your grave dear wife. That something on this spot may boast of life. Shrubs must wither and all earth must rot. Shrubs may revive, but you thank heaven will not.

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Here lies the body of John Round. Lost at sea and never found.

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

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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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This corpse is Phebe Thorps.

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Tabitha wife of Moses Fledger Aged 55 – We shall miss thee, mother (Job printing neatly done.)

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To the memory of Ric Richards who by a gangrene first lost a toe, then a leg and lastly his life.

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Once I wasn't – then I was. Now I ain't again.

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Heave a sigh For old John Doak. He didn't know His brakes were broke

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Ruth and Johnny, Side by side, Went out for an auto ride, They hit a bump. Ruth hit a tree, And John kept going – Ruthlessly.

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She was good but not brilliant; useful but not great.

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Don’t Talk So Damn Dumb

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… Here lies, returned to clay Miss Arabella Young, who on the eleventh day of May began to hold her tongue.

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Here lie Walker's particles.

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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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