Author: Epitaph Page 6

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Here lies James Dunn – he raced for the crossing but the train won

Here Lies Joyce, She'd rather not, But no choice.

Here lies the worst king and the most miserable man in the kingdom.

Farewell my young companions all. From death's arrest no age is free. Remember this, a warning call. Prepare to follow after me.

Beneath this stone, in hopes of Zion, doth lie the landlord of the lion; his son keeps on the business still, resigned unto the heavenly will.

Against his will, here lies George Hill, who from a cliff – fell down quite stiff. When it happened is not known, therefore not mentioned on this stone.

He had sand in his craw, But was slow on the draw, So we planted him ‘neath the daisies.

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.

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.

This we must own in justice to her shade, `Tis the first bad exit Oldfield ever made.

Here lies a lewd Fellow, who, while he drew Breath, In the Midst of his Life was in Quest of his Death; Which he quickly obtain'd for it cost him his Life, For being in Bed with another Man's Wife.

Here lies old Rastus Sominy – died a-eating hominy, In 1859 anno domini

Here I lie bereft of breath, because a cough carried me off; then a coffin they carried me off in.

Dear God, Thanks

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

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

I thought my doctor said I was heading for a rave.

Here lies Robert Trollope Who made yon stones roll up. When death took his soul up His body filled this hole up.

Here lies the body of Jonathan Ground, who was lost at sea and never found.

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