ON MR. THOMAS HAMMOND, Parish Clerk of ASHFORD, in KENT, who was a good Man, and an excellent Back-gammon player : he was succeeded in office by a MR. TRICE. By the chance of the die, On his back here doth lie Our most audible clerk MASTER HAMMOND; Tho' he bore many men "Till threescore and ten, Yet at length he by death is back-gammon'd. · With death we're now even; ON A TALLOW CHANDLER, How might his Days end that made Weeks? or he He hated, and did rather wish the Night; Yet came his Works to Light, and were, like gold, ON SIR JOHN CALF. HERE lyes the body of SIR JOHN CALF, Honour! Honour! Honour! The following Lines were written by a Gentleman who read the above Epitaph. O WRETCHED Death, more subtle than a Fox, That he might brouse amongst the briars and thorns, Horns! Horns! Horns! BRINSY, NEAR OXFORD. ON A DOCTOR OF DIVINITY. 'HE dy'd of a quinsy, And was bury'd at Brinsy. ISLINGTON CHURCH-YARD. As those we love decay, we die in part, She was NOTT these, And yet she was all four. Nott born, Nott died, Nott christen'd, Nott begot, IN DUNDEE. HERE lies old JOHN HILDIBROAD, ST. GILES, CRIPPLEGATE. ON MR. AIRE. UNDER this marble fair Lies the body, entomb'd, of GERVASE AIRE: Nor surfeited by too much wit: Methinks this was a wond'rous death, That AIRE should die for want of breath, BRIGHTON. ON A YOUNG MAN, Who was drowned. PARENTS and friends weep not for me, Alas! no more could I survive, But thou in time no longer shall survive, ON THOMAS SOUTHERN. PRAIS'D by the grandsires of the present age, Caus'd from each eye the tender tear to flow? *NATT LEE. WOODFORD-WELLS. ON A NOBLEMAN, I DREAMT that, bury'd in my fellow clay, Close by a common beggar's side I lay ; And as so mean a neighbour shock'd my pride, Thus (like a corpse of quality) I cry'd : "Away, thou scoundrel! henceforth touch me not, "More manners learn, and at a distance rot." "Thou scoundrel!" in a louder tone, cry'd he, "Proud lump of dirt, I scorn thy words and thee, "We're equal now, I'll not an inch resign: "This is my dunghill, and the next is thine." ON A GENTLEMAN, Who had the happiness of being danced to death by a HERE rests a wearied youth, by death reliev'd, He figur'd in, he caper'd, frisk'd-and stray'd *A dance so called. |