Epitaph on Lady Molesworth. Burnt to death 6 May, 1763:
A peerless matron, pride of female life
In every state, as widow, maid, or wife;
Who wedded, to threescore preserved her fame,
She lived a phœnix, and expired in flame.
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A Welsh husband thus sings above the grave of his better-half:
This spot is the sweetest I've seen in my life,
For it raises my flowers and covers my wife.
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At Wolstanton:
MRS. ANN JENNINGS.
Some have children, some have none;
Here lies the mother of twenty-one.
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