If mortals may departed worth revere, PASSERAT. An elegant French writer of Epitaphs, and author of the celebrated one on Henry III. who was killed by a Monk, left these lines only for his own tomb, desiring his scholars to strew garlands of flowers upon his grave. I liv'd, I dy'd, the common lot of all. Light o'er my bones the flow'ry herbage rest, CUMBERLAND. WHY look ye, d'ye see, now who lies here, BIGBY, LINColn. To the Memory of ELIZABETH TIRWHITT, Who departed this life July 16th, 1604. STRANGER! who death's cold mansion passest by, Perchance unmindful of thy future doom; I'll tell thee who it is, while heaves the sigh, That rests the tenant of yon silent tomb. 'Tis Bridget,-whose transcendent virtues bear The noble stamp of a less noble line; Such were indeed her virtues, rich and rare, The hand that form'd her was itself divine. None could, like her, e'er boast such matchless grace; All view'd with rapture her enchanting form; But now, alas! on that once beauteous face, On those dear reliques, feeds the hungry worm. Relentless Death! ah, why destroy this flower? Why rudely crop it, ere 'twas fairly blown? Why snatch my life, my love, in one sad hour, Ere five and twenty years had scarcely flown? Her merits well deserv'd a longer life : Such was her worth, it claim'd a better meed: And oh had Heav'n but spar'd the lovely wife, Then had the husband been most blest indeed. But now the partner of her joys and cares, Wan and forlorn, accusing wayward fate, Like some lone dove, with ceaseless sighs and tears, In vain laments her lost, her long lov'd mate. PARISH CHURCH OF LEEDS, YORKSHIRE. WORCESTER CATHEDRAL. HERE lieth the bodies of John Moore, and Ann his wife, Father and mother to Thomas Moore, who here lyeth With Mary his wife, also John Moore and Margaret, Their sister here lyeth: here borne, here bred, Here buried, December Anno 1613. ST. BOTOLPH, ALDGATE. Aged 17 Years. Died March 26, 1799. PETERBOROUGH CATHEDRAL. HERE lyes a babe, that only cry'd, ON MR. JOHN FLIN, A PAINTER, OF GALWAY, IN IRELAND, Who, though a Roman Catholic, wrote the following Epitaph for himself. HERE lies JOHN FLIN, To worms a kin; Himself not sainted; Yet leaves perhaps a fame as fair, Was happy in his fav'rite dram; Spurn'd at this earth, and flew to heaven. ON MRS. G. By Broome. WHOEVER knows or hears whose sacred bones PRESCOT, LANCASHIRE. Matthew Fairhurst, of Bold, was buried here, 1715. John, his son, did before him die, March 4, 1716. And James, his son, was call'd away, November, 1719. Thomas, his youngest son of all, By Death's hand did after fall, February 14, 1723. FENNY STRATFORD CHAPEL, BUCKS. * Browne Willis, Esq. the doctor's grandson. This chapel was raised and endowed by Browne Willis, and dedicated to St. Martin, because the doctor was born in the parish of St. Martin's in the Fields, London. |