I’m going to do nothing for ever and ever.”
This epitaph to a poor overworked woman is, perhaps, flippant. Here is a more serious one, which was in the church of St. Martin Outwich:—
“Reader, thou may’st forbear to put thine Eyes
To charge For Tears, to mourn these Obsequies:
Such charitable Drops would best be given
To those who late, or never, come to Heaven.
But here you would, by weeping on this Dust,
Allay his Happiness with thy Mistrust;
Whose pious closing of his youthful Years
Deserves thy Imitation, not thy Tears.”