My sledge and hammer lay reclined,
My bellows, too, have lost their wind,
My fire's extinct, my forge decayed,
And in the dust my vice is laid;
My coal is spent, my iron gone,
My nails are driven—my work is done.
The following epitaph is transcribed from one of the local histories of Cornwall:—
Father and mother and I,
Lies buried here as under,
Father and mother lies buried here,