Periwinks! Periwinkle! was ever her cry,
She laboured to live Poor and honest to die;
At the last day Again how her old Eyes will twinkle,
For no more will she cry, Periwinks! Periwinkle!
Ye Rich, to Virtue’s want rejoicing give,
Ye Poor, by her Example learn to live.
On a Sexton.
Hurra! my brave Boys, let’s rejoice at his fall,
For if he had lived he had Buried us all.
WESTON.
On a Parish Church.
There lies entomb’d within this vault so dark,
A Tailor, cloth draw’r, soldier, and a clerk.
Death snatch’d him hence, and also from him took
His needle, thimble, sword, and prayer book.
He could not work nor fight, what then?
He left the world, and faintly cry’d—Amen.
ST. JOHN’S CHURCH, CHESTER.
On a swift-footed Man.
Here lies the swift racer; so fam’d for his running,
In spite of his boasting, his swiftness and cunning,
In leaping o’er hedges, and skipping o’er fields,
Death soon overtook him, and tript up his heels.