In St. Pancras Churchyard, London : Hence she did go, just as she did begin Is the next blessing to a life well spent. In St. James's, Clerkenwell, London, on John Weever, about 1634: : Lancashire gave me breath, And Cambridge education, Middlesex gave me death, And this church my humation. On Robert Burton, author of "Anatomy of Melancholy," 1639 : Paucis notus, paucioribus ignotus Hic jacet Democritus junior, Cui vitam pariter et mortem Dedit Melancholia. On an old man : Here lies the man was born and cried, In the Canongate Churchyard, Edinburgh :-- To ages all it might a token prove. In Markeshall Church, Essex, 1620. : Here lieth the body of Mary Waters, wife of Robert Honywood, her only husband; who had at her decease lawfully descended from her 367 children; 16 of her own body: 114 grandchildren : 228 in the 3rd generation and 9 in the fourth. She lived a most pious life, and died in the 93rd year of her age. In Lillington Churchyard, Dorset, on a man named Cole, date 1669: Reader, you have within this grave A Cole rakt up in dust. His Courteous Fate saw it was Late, Soe all was swept up to be kept Alive until the day, The Trump should blow it up and shew Then doe not doubt the Coles not out, Though it in ashes lyes, That little sparke now in the Darke In East Allington Churchyard, Devonshire, on Elizabeth, wife of Richard Wood, 1662 :- Eliza's soul, a graffe divine, With clay was fastened into Wood, The tree did suddenly decline, The fruit was blasted in the bud. In Holyrood House Churchyard : Two brethren Hendersons here lie below, In the Church of Broughton Gifford, Wiltshire :— The life of man is a trewe lottarie, Where venturouse death draws forth lots short and longe, He shuffled shields of several size among, Drewe Longe, and so drewe longer his short days The Auncient of Days beyond all time to praise. In Sevenoaks Church : Heere lies her dust whome second loue Transmigrauit Ano 1618, Æta 82. In Stokenham Churchyard, Devonshire-acrostic on the tomb of Katherine Randall, shot by soldiers in an attack on her father's house during the wars of the Commonwealth : Kind reader judge, here's underlaid A hopeful, young, and virtuous maid. Rounded with angels for that hour I n which she fell: God took her home Not by just law, but martyrdom. E ach groan she fetched upon her bed Roared out aloud-I'm murdered. A nd shall this blood, which here doth lie 'N vain for right and vengeance cry? Do men not think, though gone from hence, L et bad men think, so learn ye good In South Leith Churchyard : A humble, prudent, single-hearted saint, On Chatterton, in a Bristol Churchyard :— A poor and friendless boy was he—to whom He lived a mystery-died! here, reader, pause: On a cardmaker, in a Lancashire Churchyard :— His card is cut; long days he shuffled through In Duddingston Churchyard : Here lyes the body of William Duncan, late Bailie of Duddingston. He lived 71 years, and died 5th June, 1768. Nor Dedalus nor Tully's skill can show His matchless worth that's buried here below; True to his word, just, charitable, kind, Of an obliging and a constant mind, Y In Exeter, Devonshire : : Nine of his wives beside him lie, So shall the tenth, when she doth die. In St. Thomas's Churchyard, Ryde :- Calm on the bosom of thy God, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath, Soul to its place on high ! They who have seen thy look in death No more may fear to die. In Holyrood Chapel, Edinburgh : Here lies Mary Moss, daughter to Edward Moss, who departed this life in the year of God 1671. Her age 18. Here lies interr'd chaste beauty's maid, In Stratford-on-Avon Churchyard :— "Here lyeth ye body of Susanna, wife of John Hall, gent., ye daught. of William Shakspeare, gent.; shee deceased ye 11th July, A. 1649, age 66. Witty above her sexe; but that's not all, Wise to Salvation was good Mrs. Hall. Something of Shakspeare was in that; but this Then, passenger, hast ne're a tear To weepe with her that wept with all- Them up with Comfort's Cordiall? |