MERTON, SURREY. ON MRS. LACKINGTON. LADIES, who chance to frisk this way, A better wife ne'er husband griev'd: And when to heaven you yield your breath, ON A PILLAR IN THE CATHEDRAL, ROCHESTER. LEARNING, Worship, credit, patrimony, CHICHESTER CATHEDRAL. This Stone was erected, by her fellow-citizens, to the memory of ELIZABETH ATKINSON, An industrious woman. She died Jan. the 1st, 1786, aged 77 years. PERIWINKS, periwinkle, Was ever her cry; She labour'd to live, Poor and honest to die. At the last day again, How her old eyes will twinkle; Periwinks, periwinkle! Ye rich, to virtuous want rejoicing, give; ON SIR WALTER RALEIGH. EVEN Such is time, which takes in trust Which in the darke and silent grave, UPON COSIER, A COBLER. COME, gentle reader, gentle friend, UPON A QUARRELLING COUPLE. Hic jacet ille, qui centies & mille, Cumillo jacet illa, quae communis in villa, His name was NICK, the which was sicke, Her name was NAN, which loved well a man,. IN THE CLOISTERS OF WINCHESTER COLLEGE. ON JOHN CLARK, One of the Fellows. Who died in 1541. BENEATH this stone lies shut up in the dark, A fellow and a priest, yclep'd John Clark : With earthly rose-water he did delight ye, But now he deals in heavenly aqua-vitæ. CHESTERFIELD CHURCH, DERBYSHIRE. Attorney at Law, of Chesterfield. Died April 23, 1782, aged 54 years. A TENDER husband, and a friend sincere, But firm to truth, by no mean interest mov'd, ON SIR GEORGE NARES, KNT. One of the Judges of the Court of Common Pleas, who died June 20th, 1786; written by himself a few days before his decease. In hope of future bliss content I lie, Though pleas'd to live, yet not displeas'd to die. For both, to all-wise Heaven our thanks are due; ON A LADY, WHO DIED SUDDENLY. HERE Are the remains Of R. A. B. Of whom it were hard to say The wonderful symmetry, grace, and beauty, The capacity, dignity, and sweetness Of heavenly extraction, ON MR. EDMUND SOUTH, An eminent Dancing Master, who died January 11th, 1784, aged 66 years. WHERE thoughts of guilt invade the troubled breast, The spirit's wounded, and farewel to rest. But he his life of innocence so led, That peace in sickness made an easy bed. |