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Lord Coningsby:
Here lies Lord Coningsby, be civil,
The rest God knows—so does the devil.
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1767:
Tho' Boreas' blasts and boistrous waves
Have tost me to and fro,
In spite of both, by God's decree,
I harbor here below,
Where I do now at Anchor ride
With many of our fleet,
Yet once again I must set sail
My Admiral Christ to meet.
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In Corley Churchyard, Warwickshire, England:
These hillocks green and mouldering bones
These gloomy tombs and lettered stones,
One admonition here supply:
Reader! art thou prepared to die?