This turf has drunk a widow's tear,
Three of her husbands slumber here.
It may be interesting to state that the tearful widow was still living with a fourth partner.
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Here lies Sir John Guise:
No one laughs, no one cries:
Where he's gone, and how he fares,
No one knows, and no one cares.
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On a celebrated cook:
Peace to his hashes.
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"Underneath this ancient pew
Lie the remains of Jonathan Blue;
His name was Black, but that wouldn't do."