Here lies I and my three daughters,
Kill'd by drinking Cheltenham waters;
If we had stuck to Epsom salts,
We'd not been a lying in these here vaults.

Here lies William Smith,
And what is somewhat rarish,
He was born, bred and
Hanged in this parish.

On Thomas Woodcock:

Here lie the remains of Thomas Woodhen,
The most amiable of husbands and excellent of men.

N. B. His real name was Woodcock, but it Wouldn't come in rhyme.—His widow.