This tomb doth here enclose the world's most beauteous Rose.
Here lies John Quebecca
precentor to My Lord the King.
When he is admitted to the choir of angels whose society he will embellish and where he will distinguish himself by his powers of song—God shall say to the angels—
Cease ye calves! and let me hear
John Quebecca, the precentor of
My Lord the King.
St. Botolph's.
A traveller lies here at rest
Who life's rough ocean tossed on.
His many virtues all expressed
Thus simply—"I'm from Boston."
St. Clair, Canada.
On a brickmaker.
Keep death and judgment always in your eye
Or else the devil off with you will fly
And in his kiln with burning brimstone ever fry.
If you neglect the narrow road to seek
Christ will respect you like a half burned brick.
Patrick Bay, Innholder.