CALSTOCK.
Susanna Jones,
1812.
All you that read those lines
Would stop awhile and think,
That I am in eternity,
And you are on the brink.
This harmless dove, our tender love,
Flew from this world of vice,
To peace and rest, for ever blest,
With Christ in Paradise.
ST. PAUL’S CHURCHYARD, MOUSEHOLE.
On Dolly Pentreath.
Old Doll Pentreath, one hundred age and two,
Both born and in Paul parish buried too;
Not in the church ’mongst people great and high,
But in the church-yard doth old Dolly lie!
STRATTON.
Life’s like an Inn, think man this truth upon,
Some only breakfast and are quickly gone;
Others to dinner stay and are full fed,
The oldest man but sups and goes to bed.
Large is his score who tarries through the day,
Who goes the soonest has the least to pay.