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Here I lie, my name is Ball, I lived, I died, despised by all; and now I cannot chew my crust, I'm gone back to my ancient dust.

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A zealous locksmith died of late, and did not enter Heaven’s gate. But stood without and would not knock , because he meant to pick the lock.

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A Man.

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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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Wherever you be, let your wind go free. For holding it in, was the killing of me.

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A Finished Artist

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Hi! – Stay high – Bye

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Here lies the body of Sarah Sexton – She was a wife that never vexed one. – But I can't say as much for the one at the next stone.

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Here lies the body of Robert Gordon, mouth almighty and teeth according. Stranger tread lightly on this wonder, if he opens his mouth you are gone to thunder.

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Ashes to ashes dust to dust, here lies George Emery I trust. And when the trump blows louder and louder, he’ll rise a box of Emery powder.

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The wedding-day appointed was, and wedding clothes provided, before the nuptial day, alas! He sickened and he die did.

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Gone, but not forgiven

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Here lies the body of William Beck – He was thrown at a hunt and broke his neck.

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It is so soon that I am done for, I wonder what I was begun for.

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My sledge and anvil lie declined, my bellows too have lost their wind; my fire’s extinct, my forge decay’d. And in the dust my body’s laid: my coal is out, my iron’s gone, my nails are drove, my work is done.

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Sudden and unexpected was the end – Of our esteemed and beloved friend, – He gave to all his friends a sudden shock – By one day falling into Sunderland dock.

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Pray for me, old Thomas Dunn, but if you don't, tis all one.

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Here lieth father Sparges, who died to save charges.

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Let me out of here !!!

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Here lies a man who while he lived was happy as a linnet. He always lied while on the earth and now he's lying in it.

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Ebenezer Dockwood aged forty seven. A miser and a hypocrite and never went to Heaven.

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