Epitaphs: A Unique Collection of Post Mortem Comment, Obituary Wit, Quaint and Gruesome FancyPenn Publishing Company, 1904 - Počet stran: 169 |
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Strana 114 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Strana 124 - Epitaph on Elizabeth, LH Would'st thou hear what man can say In a little? Reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live. If at all she had a fault, Leave it buried in this vault. One name was Elizabeth, Th' other let it sleep with death; Fitter, where it died, to tell, Than that it lived at all.
Strana 21 - Here lies our Sovereign Lord the King, Whose word no man relies on ; Who never said a foolish thing, And never did a wise one.
Strana 112 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Strana 109 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 'tis only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Strana 110 - Immediately after leaving the King's Bench Prison, By the benefit of the Act of Insolvency, In consequence of which he registered His Kingdom of Corsica For the use of his Creditors. The Grave, great teacher, to a level brings Heroes and beggars, galley-slaves and kings. But Theodore this lesson learn' d, ere dead ; Fate pour"d its lessons on his living head, Bestow'da kingdom and denied him bread.
Strana 105 - Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear To dig the dust enclosed here ; Blessed be he that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
Strana 106 - FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. HEROES and kings ! your distance keep; In peace let one poor poet sleep, Who never flatter'd folks like you: Let Horace blush, and Virgil too.
Strana 54 - She was a professed enemy to flattery, And was seldom known to praise or commend ; BUT The talents in which she principally excelled, Were difference of opinion, and discovering flaws and imperfections. She was an admirable economist, And, without prodigality, Dispensed plenty to every person in her family ; BUT Would sacrifice their eyes to a farthing candle. She sometimes made her husband happy with her good qualities ; BUT Much more frequently miserable — with her many failings : Insomuch that...
Strana 98 - Our life is but a Winter's day — Some only breakfast and away. Others to dinner stay and are full fed, The oldest man but sups, and goes to bed. Large is his debt who lingers out the day : Who goes the soonest has the least to pay.