Here lies James Quinn! Deign reader, to be taught,
Whate’er thy strength of body, force of thought,
In nature’s happiest mould however cast,
To this complexion thou must come at last.
IN NEWINGTON CHURCHYARD.
Through Christ, I am not inferior
To William the Conqueror.
IN LINCOLNSHIRE, ENGLAND.
Under this solitary sod
There lies a man