In Ashton Churchyard, Birmingham, on a blacksmith :-
My sledge and hammer lie reclined,

My bellows, too, have lost their wind,
My fire 's extinct, my forge decayed,
And in the dust my vice is laid;
My coal is spent, my iron 's gone,
My nails are drove, my work is done.

In North Berwick Churchyard, on a ploughman :

Oft have I till'd the fertile soil,

Which was my destined lot;

But here beneath this lowering elm

I lie to be forgot.

On the tomb of a Fellow of Oxford University is the single word :

Præivit.

In Hythe Churchyard, on a fisherman :

His net old fisher George long drew,
Shoals upon shoals he caught,

Till Death came hauling for his due,
And made poor George his draught.
Death fishes on through various shapes;

In vain it is to fret:

Nor fish nor fisherman escapes

Death's all-enclosing net.

In Cheltenham Churchyard:

Here lies the body of Molly Dickie, wife of Hall Dickie, tailor.

Two great physicians first

My loving husband tried
To cure my pain-

In vain :

At last he got a third

And then I died.

In Harrow Churchyard:

:

There is a time when these green trees shall fall,

And Isaac Greentree rise above them all.

In Barrow Churchyard, upon a Mr. Stone :

Jerusalem's curse is not fulfilled in me,
For here a stone upon a Stone you see.

In Burlington Churchyard, Massachusetts :-
Sacred to the memory of Drake,

Who died for peace and quietness sake :
His wife was constantly scolding and scoffin'
So he sought for repose in a twelve-dollar coffin.

In Newmilns Churchyard :

Here lies John Morton in Broomhill, who, for appearing in arms in his own defence, and in defence of the Gospel according to the obligation of our National Covenant, and agreeable to the Word of God, was shot in a rencounter at Drumclog June 1st, 1679, by bloody Graham of Claverhouse.

At Leslie, in Fifeshire :

Here lies the dust of Charles Brown,
Sometime a wright in London town.
When coming home parents to see,
And of his age being twenty-three,
Of a decay with a bad host

He dyed upon the Yorkshire coast.

In a Churchyard in Brighton :

This child she perished by the fire.
Her Christian name it was Sophier.
Likewise her sister Mary Ann.
Their father was a fisherman.

On the spot where the battle of Ancrum Moor was fought, in 1544, on a Scottish girl named Lilliard, who had followed her lover into the battle and who was killed :

Fair maiden Lilliard lies under this stane,

Little was her stature, but great was her fame ;

On the English louns she laid mony thumps,

And when her legs were off, she fought upon her stumps.

Ben Jonson's epitaph, in Westminster Abbey :-
Oh! Rare Ben Jonson.

In Lesmahagow Churchyard :—

Here lies Thomas Weir, who was shot in a rencounter at Drumclog, June 1st, 1679, by bloody Graham of Claverhouse, for his adherence to the Word of God and Scotland's Covenanted work of reformation. Revel. xii. ii.

In Brechin Churchyard :

Ye that have precious souls to save

Hear how the dead speak from the grave
You walk above we ly below

Be humble, mortals, as ye go

Among us quickly you must dwell

Hate pride for it throws down to hell
Mind though your bones ly buried here
The Resurrection will draw near.
But if in time you Christ employ

Death ends your grief, begins your joy.

Here Agnes lys deid with a mournful shade
Hath left her friends and loving husband sade
And now is gone above the stars to sing
Eternal praise to her immortal King.

Stop mortal man as thou goest by
This grave stone under which I ly.
Read and remember what I'll tell
That in the cold grave you must dwell
For worms to be your companie

Till the last trump shall set you free.

In Darneth Churchyard, near Dartford, Kent:

Oh, the liquor he did love, but never will no more,

For what he lov'd did turn his foe:

For on the 28th of January 1741, that fatal day,
The Debt he owed he then did pay.

In a Churchyard in Wales, on a lady named Greenwood :-
O, cruel death! thou hast cut down

The loveliest Greenwood in this town.

Her beauty and accomplishments were such
She might have married a bishop or a judge;

But such was her modesty and her humility
That she married me, a poor Doctor of Divinity.

Now, for her and every other woman's sake,

Never let a plaster be put upon a lying-in woman's back.

In Gartmore Churchyard, Perthshire :

Go home, dear friends, and shed no tears:

I must lie here till Christ appears;

And when He comes I hope to have
A joyful rising from this grave.

In Cults Churchyard, Fifeshire :

Here lies retired from mortal strife,
A man who lived a happy life.
A happy life and sober too;
A thing that all men ought to do

In Whitechapel Churchyard:—

In memory of Helen —

An example of suffering affliction and patience.
Speechless and bedridden for 25 years.

By her bright and beaming look,
Her thoughts of sweet submission
(Conveyed by signs)

And her letters full of love to God and man,
She being dumb, yet speaketh.-
Before she departed,
Aged 47,

Her tongue was loosed,
And she declared plainly,

That God her Saviour,

Who had so long enabled her
To bear the Cross,

Was holding out the Crown.

On a printer, in a Churchyard in Leeds :

In nature's course we all must die:

My thread of life has now been broken.
What now is left of me is only "pie,"
66 token."

And I have finished last
my

Here lies the body of Mary Ann Livill,
Who in life feared God and hated the devil.

In Latheron Churchyard, Caithness :—

Cormack Cormack and Helen Sutherland,

To this two belong this stone,

As a memorandum of them when gone.
Six times seven years they lived a happy life

As it becomes to man and wife.

A stage to strangers they were anon,

And of injury none could her blame.

To death all are free,