Near to this stone John Barnett lies,
There’s no man frets, nor no man cries,
Where he’s gone, or how he fares,
There’s no man knows, nor no man cares.
STAFFORD.
Here Leah’s fruitfulness,
Here Rachael’s beauty;
Here lyeth Rebecca’s faith,
Here Sarah’s duty.
WOLSTANSTON.
Ann Jennings.
Some have children, some have none;
Here lies the mother of twenty-one.
LICHFIELD.
Live well—die never;
Die well—live for ever.