Lord Byron's epitaph on his Newfoundland dog at Newstead.
"To mark a friend's remains
These stones arise.
I never knew but one
And here he lies."
Manchester, England.
Here lies John Hill, a man of skill,
His age was five times ten.
He ne'er did good nor ever would
Had he lived as long again.
Beneath these stones repose the bones of Theodosious Grimm.
He took his beer from year to year
And then the bier took him.
(On a butcher whose name was Lamb.)
Beneath this stone lies Lamb asleep,
Who died a Lamb who lived a sheep.
Many a lamb and sheep he slaughtered
But cruel Death the scene has altered.
Rose Clifford.