On A Suicide
Earth’d up, here lies an imp o’ hell, Planted by Satan’s dibble; Poor silly wretch, he’s damned himsel’, To save the Lord the trouble.
On A Swearing Coxcomb
Here cursing, swearing Burton lies, A buck, a beau, or “Dem my eyes!” Who in his life did little good, And his last words were “Dem my blood!”
On An Innkeeper Nicknamed “The Marquis”
Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm’d, If ever he rise, it will be to be damn’d.