Old Vicar Sutor lieth here, Who had a Mouth from ear to ear, Reader tread lightly on the sod, For if he gapes, your’ gone by G--. * * * * * Here lieth the body of Ann Sellars, buried by this stone, Who dyed on January 15th day, 1731. Likewise here lies dear Isaac Sellars, my Husband and my Right, Who was buried on that same day come seven years, 1738. In seven years time there comes a change! observe, and here you’ll see On that same day come seven years, my husband’s laid by me. * * * * * E. G. Hancock, died August 3, 1666. John Hancock, Sen. ---- 4, ---- John Hancock, Jun. ---- 7, ---- Oner Hancock, ---- 7, ---- William Hancock, ---- 7, ---- Alice Hancock, ---- 9, ---- Ann Hancock, ---- 10, ---- What havoc Death made in one family, in the course of Seven days. ENSHAM. On John Green. If true devotion or tryde honesty Could have for him got long lives liberty, Nere had he withered but still growne Green, Nor dyed but to ye Poor still helping been. But he is tane from us yet this we comfort have, Heaven hath his Soule still (Green) though body is wasting Grave, In progeniêm filii defunctam adjacentam. My fruit first failed here we low ly, Live well then, fear not all must dy. BANBURY. Here do lye our dear boy, Whom God hath tain from me: And we do hope that us shall go to he, For he can never come back again to we. NETTLEBED. Both young and old that passeth by, Remember well that here lies I, Then think on Death, for soon too true, Alas twill be that here lies you. * * * * * A doctor of divinity, who lies in the neighbourhood of Oxford, has his complaint stated for him with unusual brevity, as well as his place of interment:— “He died of a quinsy, And was buried at Binsey.” Rutlandshire. OAKHAM. John Spong, Jobbing Carpenter. Who many a sturdy oak had lain along, Fell’d by Death’s surer hatchet, here lies SPONG, Posts oft he made, but ne’er a place could get, And liv’d by railing, though he was no wit: Old saws he had, although no antiquarian, And stiles corrected, yet was no grammarian. Shropshire. SHREWSBURY. On an Old Maid. Here lies the body of Martha Dias, Who was always uneasy, and not over pious; She lived to the age of threescore and ten, And gave that to the worms she refused to the men. * * * * * On a Watchmaker.