Six lines this image shall delineate:—
High Croft, high borne, in spirit & in virtue high,
Approv’d, belov’d, a Knight, stout Mars his mate,
Love’s fire, war’s flame, in heart, head, hand, & eye;
Which flame war’s comet, grace, now so refines,
That pined in Heaven, in Heaven and Earth it shines.
HENDON.
Poor Ralph lies beneath this roof, and sure he must be blest,
For though he could do nothing, he meant to do the best,
Think of your soules, ye guilty throng,
Who, knowing what is right, do wrong.
On Mr. Sand.
Who would live by others’ breath?
Fame deceives the dead man’s trust.
Even our names much change by death,
Sand I was, but now am Dust.
On Robert Thomas Crosfield, M.D. 1802, written by himself.
Beneath this stone Tom Crosfield lies,
Who cares not now who laughs or cries;
He laughed when sober, and, when mellow,
Was a harum scarum heedless fellow;
He gave to none design’d offence;
So “Honi soit qui mal y pense!”
EDMONTON.
In the churchyard on a headstone now removed, was the following inscription to William Newberry, who was
hostler to an inn & died 1695, in consequence of having taken improper medicine given him by a fellow servant.