Epitaph on an unknown Person.
Without a name, for ever senseless, dumb,
Dust, ashes, nought else, lies within this tomb.
Where’er I lived, or died, it matters not;
To whom related, or by whom begot;
I was, but am not, ask no more of me—
It’s all I am, and all that thou shalt be.
Epitaph.
Here lies a lady, who, if not belied,
Took wise St Paul’s advice, and all things tried;