ON MRS. DEATH, COMEDIAN, LATE OF THE NORWICH COMPANY. HERE lies DEATH's wife: when this way next you tread, Be not surpris'd should DEATH himself be dead. ON THE REV. MR. G. WHITFIELD, HE, like his master, was by some despis'd, INSCRIPTION ON A TOMB-STONE, IN HERTFORDSHIRE. ; "With endless burnings who can dwell?” ON MR. STRANGE. HERE lies one Strange, no Pagan, Turk, nor Jew, 'Tis Strange, but not so strange as it is true. T SOMERSETSHIRE. ON A FREETHINKER AND GAMBLER. IN ST. LAWRENCE'S CHURCH-YARD, KENT. THE grave is a refining pot, 'Tis there the flesh will lose its dross, ON JOHN TAYLOR, THE WATER POET. HERE lies the water poet, honest John, ON KITTY FISHER, Who died soon after she was married. SHE wedded-to live honest; but, when tried, Th' experiment she lik'd not-and so died. WESTON FAVELL, NEAR NORTHAMPTON. HERE lie the remains of the REV. JAMES HERVEY, A. M. Late rector of this parish, that very pious man, and much admired author, who died Dec. the 25th, 1758, in the 45th year of his age. Reader, expect no more; to make him known Vain the fond elegy and figur'd stone: A name more lasting shall his writings give, There view display'd his heavenly soul, and live. ON JOHN UNDERWOOD. Aн cruel death! that dost no good, ON A DRUNKARD. BYBAX, the drunkard, while he liv'd, would say, The more I drink, the more methinks I may : But see how death hath prov'd his saying just, For he hath drunk himself as dry as dust. HORNSEY CHURCH-YARD. LOVELY in death, so on the verdant plain, HORNSEY. ON W. COX, Who died of the small-pox. In love I liv'd; in peace I died; BERCHINTON CHURCH-YARD, IN KENT. ON AN INFANT. AH! why so soon, just as the bloom appears, ON GRAY, THE POET. YE lovers, robb'd of all your souls held dear, you. RAMSGATE CHURCH-YARD. PASSENGER pause!-permit a very stone to tell thee that the bloom of youth, fair prospects, and parental fondness cannot reverse the sentence: To dust thou shalt return. ON JOHN AND EDWARD TOPHAM. READER, we from this monument may gather, JOHN TOPHAM was one EDWARD TOPHAM's father; And what's more strange, we find, upon this stone, That EDWARD TOPHAM was JOHN TOPHAM's son. COVENTRY. ON JOHN PYE, A FARMER. HERE lies John Pye! HERE lyes Jobson, the D's godson, Who ne'er lov'd the poor : He liv'd like a hog, And dy'd like a dog, And left what he had to a w—e. A |