Author: Epitaph Page 7

Louise. – The Unfortunate.

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His virtues and his pills are so well known, that envy can’t confine them under stone.

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Posterity will ne'er survey – A nobler grave than this: – Here lies the bones of Castlereagh: – Stop, traveller, and piss.

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Good friends for Jesus' sake forbear – To stir the dust enclosed here. – Blest be the man who spares these stones – And cursed be he who moves my bones.

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At threescore winters' end I died, a cheerless being, sole and sad; the nuptial knot I never tied, and wish my father never had.

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She lived with her husband for 50 years, and died in the confident hope of a better life.

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Fear God, keep His Commandments, Don't attempt to climb up in a tree That's what caused the death of me!

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This is the grave of Mike O'Day, Who died maintaining his right of way. His right was clear, his will was strong. But he's just as dead as if he'd been wrong.

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Under this stone Lies Billy Joe Bob Stealing chickens Was his last job

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She was first cousin to Lady Jones. – And of such is the kingdom of heaven. – Amen.

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Good Susan Blake in royal state – Arrived at last at Heaven's gate."But Peter met her with a club – And knocked her back to Beelzebub."

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Sh-h-h

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“I did it my way and I wound up here.”

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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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Bill Blake – was hanged by mistake.

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She lived genteely on a small income.

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I don't know how to die.

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Of him within, nought e'er gratis was had, that you read this so cheap now makes him sad.

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Here lies Scott Jacobson – Who came upon an evil lich, he didn't even think to run, and ended up in this ditch

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In memory of Henry Wang, son of his, Father and mother, John and Maria Wang. Died Dec. 31st 1829 … The first deposit of this yard.

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A bird, a man, a loaded gun. No bird, dead man, thy will be done.

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