ON A MISER. HERE lies one, who for medicines would not give CUDDESDON, OXFORDSHIRE. ON HIS DAUGHTER. Translated from the Latin. DEAR as thou didst in modest worth excel, More dear than in a daughter's name-farewel! Farewel, dear Mary-but the hour is nigh, When, if I'm worthy, we shall meet on high: Then shall I say, triumphant from the tomb,. Come to thy father's arms, dear Mary,-come! VIA LATINA, ROME. TRAVELLER, be not inquisitive about my name, extraction, place of birth, or past life; consider only my present state. I am condemned to an everlasting silence, and nothing of me remains but a parcel of bones and ashes. I came from nothing, scarce ever existed, was at best an insignificant being, and am now entirely destitute of existence. Go your way, and do not upbraid me with my low condition ; yours will very soon be the same. WINDHAM, NORFOLK. UPON MR. NONE. HERE lyes None, one worse than None for ever thought, And because None of None to thee, O Christ, gives nought. Written with Chalk on the Tomb-stone of an OLD MAID, who, a little before her death, declared her age to be but 53, though she was known to have been at least 60. A STIFF-STARCH'D virgin of unblemish'd fame, ST. MARGARET'S, WESTMINSTER. ON THOMAS CHURCHYARD, An old court poet, in the reign of Henry ye Eighth, author of a poem entitled the "Worthiness of Wales," and of another in praise of the first Paper Mill, erected in England. Wood gives a long account of the vicissitudes of this person. COME, Alecto, and lend me thy torch, To find a Churchyard in a church porch ;Poverty and poetry this tomb doth inclose, Therefore, good neighbours, be merry in prose, He died about the 11th of Elizabeth's reign, 1570. ON A GENTLEMAN, Whose name was EARTH. STOP, gentle reader, and peruse this stone, ON A MAYOR OF EXETER. HERE lies the body of Captain Tully, ON DR. FULLER. HERE lies Fuller's earth. ON ANNE CARTER. A COLLAR-MAKER'S WIFE. HERE lies Anne Carter, Wife of John Carter; Who slipt her neck out of the collar; IPSWICH, 1641. ON JOE WARNER. I, Warner once was to myself, IN WALES. HERE lies Imagination's fool: Ye that know me not, I congratulate. ON MR. EDMOND PURDON, An Author. By Goldsmith. HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed, He led such a damnable life in this world, ON JOHN CRUKER, A BELLOWS-MAKER, AT oxford. HERE lyeth JOHN CRUKER, a maker of bellows, ON JOHN TREFFRY, ESQ. HERE in this chancel do I ly, Known by the name of JOHN TREFFRY; So must thou, friend, as well as I: Soli Deo gloria. The above was put up during the life-time of this Mr. Treffry, who appears to have been a very whim. sical man. He had his grave dug, and lay down and swore in it, to shew the sexton a novelty, he said,—a man swearing in his own grave. ON MRS. FORD. HERE lies the wife of Maister Ford, ON A JOCKEY, AT NEWMARKET. BENEATH the green sod, in this sport-loving place, |