"Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lie the bones of Matthew Prior, The son of Adam and Eve, Let Bourbon or Nassau go higher."
"Here, fast asleep, full six feet deep,
And seventy summers ripe,
George Thomas lies in hopes to rise,
And smoke another pipe."
B. T. S.
The following inscription, in a churchyard in Germany, long puzzled alike the learned and the unlearned:—
O quid tua te