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Stranger tread lightly on this wonder, If he opens his mouth you are gone to thunder. Here under this sod and under these trees Is buried the body of Solomon Pease. But here in this hole lies only his pod His soul is shelled out and gone up to God. Sacred to the memory of Anthony Drake, Who died for peace and quietness sake. His wife was constantly scolding and scoffing, So he sought repose in a twelve dollar coffin. At rest beneath this slab of stone, Lies stingy Jimmy Wyett. He died one morning just at ten And saved a dinner by it. Here lies the body of Sarah Sexton She was a wife that never vexed one. But I can't say as much for the one at the next stone. I Dionysius underneath this tomb Some sixty years of age have reached my doom. Ne'er having married, think it sad, And I wish my father never had. Underneath this marble hearse Lies the subject of all verse; Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death ere thou hast slain another Wise and fair and good as she Time shall throw a dart at thee. KENT. Here lies two brothers by misfortune surrounded; One died of his wounds but the other was drownded. Epitaph of Susan Blake. Written by Sir Thomas Moore at her urgent entreaty. Good Susan Blake in royal state Arrived at last at Heaven's gate. (After an absence of years and having fallen out with her he added these two lines.) "But Peter met her with a club And knocked her back to Beelzebub." Beneath this stone in hopes of Zion, Doeth lay the landlord of the Lion. His son keeps in the business still Resigned unto His heavenly will. John Palfryman who is buried here Was aged four and twenty years. And near this place his Mother lies Likewise his father when he dies. SALISBURY. Farewell vain world I've had enough of thee, And value not what thou canst say of me; Thy smiles I court not, nor thy frowns I fear, All's one to me, my head lies quiet here; What faults thou'st seen in me take care to shun And look at home, there's something to be done Like a tender rose-tree was my spouse to me. Her offspring plucked too long deprived of life is she. Three went before, her life went with the sixth: I
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