Antiente epitaphes, from A.D 1250 to A.D. 1800, collected by T.F. Ravenshaw |
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Antiente Epitaphes, from A.D 1250 to A.D. 1800, Collected by T.F. Ravenshaw Ancient Epitaphs No preview available - 2018 |
Antiente Epitaphes, from A. D 1250 to A. D. 1800, Collected by T. F. Ravenshaw Ancient Epitaphs No preview available - 2015 |
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Alfo Anne Anno Anno Domini Arreton aſk Bath Abbey beſt bleffed bleft body bodye CHRIST daye dead dear death Devon Dorfet doth duft dyed earth Edward EDWARD GRIMSTONE Effex Elizabeth epitaph erthe fame fhall fleep foule fovle ftone fuch gaue Glouc gone Grace graue grave hath haue heart Heaven heer Henry Raper hope huſband Ilfracombe jacet John laft Lambe laſt lies lieth Lindridge liue liued liv'd live loft Lord loue lyes lyeth lyfe Mary mercy monument Mors muſt obiit Obijt Oxon pleaſe poore praiſe pray quod Reader reft reſt Richard rife Robert ſhall ſhe ſhee ſhould soule ſpeake ſtay ſtill ſtone Suffolk ſweet tears thee theſe THOMAE FLAVEL Thomas Thomas Oken thoſe thou tombe tyme Vertue vnder vnto whofe Whoſe wife William Wilts wyfe wyff
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Page 164 - THIS thing, in life, will raise some jealousy ; Here all three lie together lovingly : But from embraces, here no pleasure flows, Alike are here all human joys and woes. Here Sarah's chiding John no longer hears, And old John's rambling Sarah no more fears ; A period's come to all their toilsome lives, The good man's quiet, — still are both his wives.
Page 182 - But virtue rears the eternal monument. What more than these can tombs or tombstones pay? But here's the sunset of a tedious day : These two asleep are: I'll but be undress'd And so to bed : pray wish us all good rest.
Page 167 - Duty's sphere as meekly move; And if so fair, from vanity as free; As firm in friendship, and as fond in love.
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Page 104 - Witty above her sexe, but that's not all, Wise to Salvation was good Mistris Hall, Something of Shakespere was in that, but this Wholy of him with whom she's now in blisse. Then, passenger, ha'st ne're a teare, To weepe with her that wept with all? That wept, yet set herselfe to chere, Them up with comforts cordiall. Her Love shall live, her mercy spread, When thou hast ne're a teare to shed.
Page 139 - That which a being was, What is it ? show ; That being which it was, it is not now ; To be what 'tis, is not to be, you see ; That which now is not, shall a being be.
Page 186 - Even then he was easily set right again. He had the art of disposing his time so well, that his hours glided away in one continual round of pleasure and delight, till an unlucky minute put a period to his existence. He departed this life Nov.
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