EXETER.
Billeted here by death
In quarters I remain,
When the last trumpet sounds,
I’ll rise and march again.
KINGSBRIDGE.
On a man who was too poor to be buried with his relations in the Church:—
Here lie I, at the Chancel door;
Here I lie, because I’m poor;
The further in the more to pay;
Here I lie as warm as they!
BIDEFORD.
“Her marriage day appointed was,
And wedding-clothes provided,
But when the day arrivéd did,
She sickened and she died did.”
“Here lies two brothers by misfortune surrounded,
One died of his wounds and the other was drownded.”
MILTON ABBOT.
To Bartholomew Doidge—And Joan his wife.