In memory of Eniah Harisdin.
Also 4 sons who received the shock,
Whereof 3 lies here, and one do not.
What caused their parents for to weep,
Because that one lies in the Deep.
LILLINGTON.
I poorly lived, I poorly died,
And when I was buried nobody cried.
Not born, not dead, not christen’d, not begot,
So! here she lies, that was, and that was not;
She was born, baptized, is dead, and what is more,
Was in her life, not honest, not a -----
Reader, behold a wonder rarely wrought,
And whilst thou seem’st to read, thou readest not.
DORCHESTER.
Frank from his Betty snatch’d by Fate,
Shows how uncertain is our state;
He smiled at morn, at noon lay dead—
Flung from a horse that kick’d his head,
But tho’ he’s gone, from tears refrain,
At judgment he’ll get up again.
SILTON.
Here lies a piece of Christ—
a star in dust;
A vein of gold—a china dish,
that must—
Be used in Heaven, when God
shall feast the just.