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beauty Ben Jonson beneath blest bliss bloom born breath buried CANTERBURY CATHEDRAL CATHEDRAL charms CHRISTOPHER PITT church CHURCH-YARD dead dear death died doth dust dy'd e'er earth EDWARD WINTER Epictetus epitaph erected ev'ry eyes fair faith fame FARLAM fate genius GEORGE STEEVENS grace grave grief hath heart heaven HIGH WYCOMBE honest honour hope husband inscription John John Milne King LADY learning lies liv'd live London Lord lov'd lyes lyeth maid marble memory mind MONTGOMERYSHIRE monument mortal mourn Muscadel Muse ne'er never night o'er parish peace PETERBOROUGH CATHEDRAL pity poor praise pride Reader rest ROBERT DODSLEY sacred shine sigh sleeps sorrow soul stone sweet tear tender thee thine THOMAS Thomas Knolles thou tomb truth twas virtue weep WESTMINSTER ABBEY wife WILLIAM wise worms wyff youth
Page 22 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Page xvi - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tomb-stone, my heart melts with compassion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow...
Page 20 - Here rests a woman, good without pretence, Blest with plain reason, and with sober sense ; No conquest she, but o'er herself desir'd ; No arts essay'd, but not to be admir'd.
Page 237 - Virtues lov'd to dwell. Affection warm, and faith sincere, • And soft humanity were there. ' In agony, in death resign'd, She felt the Wound she left behind.
Page 23 - WOULD'ST thou hear what man can say In a little ? reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die : Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live. If at all she had a fault. Leave it buried in this vault. One name was ELIZABETH, The other let it sleep with death : Fitter, where it died, to tell, Than that it lived at all. Farewell 1 SONG.
Page 6 - He played so truly. So by error to his fate They all consented; But viewing him since (alas, too late) They have repented. And have sought (to give new birth) In baths to steep him; But, being so much too good for earth, Heaven vows to keep him.
Page 40 - They were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their deaths they were not divided.
Page 97 - Lord 1680, Was buried a true Englishman, Who in Berkshire was well known To love his country's freedom, 'bove his own, But living immured full twenty year, Had time to write, as does appear, HIS EPITAPH.
Page 6 - Weep with me, all you that read This little story : And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As heaven and nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.