In Bletchley, ob. 1615, on Mrs. Rose Sparke:—
| Sixty-eight years a fragrant Rose she lasted, Noe vile reproach her virtues ever blasted; Her autumn past expects a glorious springe, A second better life more flourishing. |
Hearken unto me, ye holy children, and bud forth as a Rose.—Eccles. xxxix., 13.
From several punning epitaphs on the name of Rose we give one more specimen. It is from Tawton Church, ob. 1652, on Rose Dart:—
| A Rose springing Branch no sooner bloom’d, By Death’s impartial Dart lyes here entombed. Tho’ wither’d be the Bud, the stock relyes On Christ, both sure by Faith and Hope to rise. |
In Barnstaple Church, ob. 1627, on Grace Medford, is an epitaph as follows:—
| Scarce seven years old this Grace in glory ends, Nature condemns, but Grace the change commends; For Gracious children, tho’ they die at seven, Are heirs-apparent to the Court of Heaven. Then grudge not nature at so short a Race; Tho’ short, yet sweet, for surely ’twas God’s Grace. |
On a punster the following was written:—
| Beneath the gravel and these stones, Lies poor Jack Tiffey’s skin and bones; His flesh I oft have heard him say, He hoped in time would make good hay; Quoth I, “How can that come to pass?” And he replied, “All flesh is grass!” |