Cecil Clay, the counsellor of Chesterfield, caused this whimsical allusion or pun upon his name to be put upon his grave-stone;—Two cyphers of C. C. and underneath,
Sum quod fui, “I am what I was.”
Oldys thus translates from Camden an epitaph upon a tippling red-nosed ballad maker, of the time of Shakespeare:—
Dead drunk, here Elderton doth lie:
Dead as he is, he still is dry;
So of him it may well be said,
Here he, but not his thirst, is laid.
On a Juggler.
Death came to see thy tricks, and cut in twain
Thy thread. Why did’st not make it whole again?
To a Magistrate’s Widow.
Her husband died, and while she tried
To live behind, could not, and died.
Epitaph on the Parson of a parish.
Come let us rejoice merry boys at his fall,
For egad, had he lived he’d a buried us all.
On a Baker.