Epitaphs, Ancient and Modern, Serious and Comical, in Prose and Verse: Being a Curious Collection of What's Most Remarkable of that Kind, in Town and Country ...T. Harper, 1738 - 106 pages |
Other editions - View all
Epitaphs, Ancient and Modern, Serious and Comical, in Prose and Verse: Being ... G. D No preview available - 2015 |
Epitaphs, Ancient and Modern, Serious and Comical, in Prose and Verse: Being ... G. D. No preview available - 2018 |
Epitaphs, Ancient and Modern, Serious and Comical, in Prose and Verse: Being ... G D No preview available - 2023 |
Common terms and phrases
Beauty Becauſe beſt bleft blifs body Chrift Church Church-yard dead dear Death defign'd doth lie duft dy'd e'er earth Epitaph ERE lies Ere lyes facred fafe fame fate fear fhall fhew fhould fleep fome foon foul ftill ftone fuch fure Gisburn grave grief hath heaven herſelf himſelf honeft honour houſe huſband inhumed interr'd John juft juſt king laft Lampus laſt late lieth ligs liv'd live loft Lord lov'd maid marble marriage Mary MATTHEW PRIOR Memory MERIC CASAUBON moft mortality moſt mourn muft muſt ne'er noble o'er paſs peace pious pleas'd Pleaſures praiſe Prince Queen Queen's College raiſe Reader reft reſt rife Sarah ſay ſhall ſhe ſhort ſtate ſtill ſtone tear Teftis ovat thee thefe theſe things THORNHURST thoſe thou thro tiel tomb unto vertues vex'd Virgin virtue weep Whilft whofe wife Witneſs worth wou'd youth
Popular passages
Page 82 - Nor good, nor bad, nor fools, nor wise ; They would not learn, nor could advise : Without love, hatred, joy, or fear, They led — a kind of — as it were : Nor wish'd, nor car'd, nor laugh'd, nor cried- : And so they liv'd, and so they died.
Page 16 - Who gain'd no Title, and who loft no Friend, ' Ennobled by himfelf, by all approv'd, * Prais'd, wept, and honour'd, by the Mufe he lov'd.
Page 8 - Right noble twice, by virtue and by birth, Of heaven lov'd and honour'd on the earth, His country's hope, his kindred's chief delight, My husband dear, more than this world's light, Death hath me reft. But I from Death will take His memory, to whom this tomb I make. John was his name (ah, was !) wretch, must I say ? Lord Russel once, now my tear-thirsty clay.
Page 14 - And uncorrupted, ev'n among the Great : A fafe Companion, and an eafy Friend, Unblam'd thro' Life, lamented in thy End. Thefe are Thy Honours ! not that here thy Buft Is mix'd with Heroes, or with Kings thy duft; 10 But that the Worthy and the Good fhall fay, Striking their penfive bofoms — Here lies GAY.
Page 82 - Sunday's due, Of slumbering in an upper pew. No man's defects sought they to know, So never made themselves a foe : No man's good deeds did they commend, So never raised themselves a friend.
Page 82 - Nor cherished they relations poor, That might decrease their present store : Nor barn nor house did they repair, That might oblige their future heir. They neither added nor confounded ; They neither wanted nor abounded.
Page 21 - Boreas' blast and Neptune's wave Did toss me to and fro. In spite of both, by God's decree, I harbour here below ; And here I do at anchor ride With many of our fleet, Yet once again I must set sail, Our Admiral, Christ, to meet. Also two Sons, who died in infancy, etc. The " human race " typified by " our fleet " excites vague reminiscences of Goethe and Carlyle, and " our Admiral Christ " seems not remotely associated in sentiment with the " We that fight for our fair father Christ...
Page 82 - If human things went ill or well ; If changing empires rose or fell ; The morning past, the evening came, And found this couple still the same. They walk'd and eat, good folks: what then? Why then they walk'd and eat again: They soundly slept the night away; They did just nothing all the day; And having...
Page 82 - INTERR'D beneath this marble stone Lie sauntering Jack and idle Joan. While rolling threescore years and one Did round this globe their courses run ; If human things went ill or well ; If changing empires rose or fell ; The morning past, the evening came, And found this couple still the same. They walk'd and eat, good folks: what then?
Page 101 - Fairfax the valiant ; and the only he Who e'er, for that alone a conqueror would be. Both sexes...