Gleanings in Graveyards: A Collection of Curious EpitaphsNorfolk, Horatio Edward
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Gleanings in Graveyards: A Collection of Curious Epitaphs
Norfolk, Horatio Edward
Epitaphs; Epitaphs -- Great Britain
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On John D’Amory, the Usurer.
Beneath this verdant hillock lies
Demar the wealthy and wise.
His Heirs, that he might safely rest,
Have put his carcase in a Chest.
The very Chest, in which, they say
His other Self, his Money, lay.
And if his Heirs continue kind
To that dear Self he left behind,
I dare believe that Four in Five
Will think his better self alive.
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On William Clay.
A long affliction did my life attend,
But time with patience brought it to an end,
And now my body rests with Mother clay,
Until the joyful resurrection day.
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Written on Montmaur,
A man of excellent memory, but deficient in judgment.
In this black surtout reposes sweetly, Montmaur of
happy memory, _awaiting his judgement_.
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On an Invalid.
Written by Himself.
Here lies a head that often ached;
Here lie two hands that always shak’d;
Here lies a brain of odd conceit;
Here lies a heart that often beat;
Here lie two eyes that dimly wept,
And in the night but seldom slept;
Here lies a tongue that whining talk’d;—
Here lie two feet that feebly walked;
Here lie the midriff and the breast,
With loads of indigestion prest;
Here lives the liver full of bile,
That ne’er secreted proper chyle;
Here lie the bowels, human tripes,
Tortured with wind and twisting gripes;
Here lies the livid dab, the spleen,
The source of life’s sad tragic scene,
That left side weight that clogs the blood,
And stagnates Nature’s circling flood;
Here lies the back, oft racked with pains,
Corroding kidneys, loins, and reins;
Here lies the skin by scurvy fed,
With pimples and irruptions red;
Here lies the man from top to toe,
That fabric fram’d for pain and woe.
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On Sir John Vanbrugh.
Lie heavy on him, earth! for he
Laid many heavy loads on thee.
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The following Epitaph was written by Shakespeare on Mr. Combe, an old
gentleman noted for his wealth and usury:—
“_Ten in the hundred_ lies here ingraved:
’Tis a hundred to ten his soul is not saved:
If any man ask, Who lies in this tomb?
Oh! oh! QUOTH THE DEVIL, ’TIS MY JOHN-A-COMBE.”
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On Dr. Fuller.
Here lies _Fuller’s_ earth.
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On a Card-maker.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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