Once ruddy and plump,
But now a pale lump,
Beneath this safe hump,
Lies honest Joe Crump,
Who wish’d to his neighbours no evil,
Who, tho’ by Death’s thump
He’s laid on his rump,
Yet up he shall jump
When he hears the last trump,
And triumph o’er Death and the Devil.
On Sir Isaac Newton.
Nature and Nature’s laws lay hid in night,
God said, “Let Newton be!” and all was light.
An Attorney.
Here lieth one who often lied before,
But now he lies here he lies no more.
On Peter Wilson,
Who was drowned.
Peter was in the ocean drown’d,
A careless, hapless creature!
And when his lifeless trunk was found,
It was become Salt Peter.
Here lies the body of an honest man.
And when he died he owed nobody nothing.
Good Friend for Jesus SAKE forbeare
To diGG T--E Dust encloAsed HERE.
Blest be T--E Man Y--T spares T--Es Stones
And curst be He Y--T moves my Bones.
Underneath this stone doth lie,
As much beauty as could die;
Which, when alive, did vigour give
To as much beauty as could live.