335 quotes found
"Alexander the Great (unknown)"
"Ayrton Senna (Extracted from the Holy Bible)"
"Gracie Allen and George Burns (themselves)"
"Susan B. Anthony (unknown)"
"Robert Baden-Powell (by himself) 1857 - 1941"
"Clyde Barrow (unknown) - 1909 - 1934"
"Hilaire Belloc (unknown) - 1870 - 1953"
"John Belushi (unknown) - 1949 - 1982"
"Jakob Bernoulli (by himself) - 1654-1705"
"EPITAPH, n. An inscription on a tomb, showing that virtues acquired by death have a retroactive effect."
"Mel Blanc (by himself) - 1908 - 1989"
"William Bligh (unknown) - 1754 - 1817"
"Ludwig Boltzmann (by himself) - 1844-1906"
"John Brown (unknown)"
"Charles Bukowski (by himself)"
"Samuel Butler (by Samuel Wesley) - 1612-1680"
"Al Capone (by himself)"
"George Carlin (suggested by himself)"
"Andrew Carnegie (unknown)"
"Karen Carpenter (unknown)"
"George Washington Carver (unknown)"
"Brian Cawley (by himself)"
"Anton Cermak (by himself)"
"Walter Chiari (by himself)"
"Agatha Christie (from Edmund Spenser's The Faerie Queene)"
"Samuel Taylor Coleridge (by himself)"
"The Commonwealth soldiers who fell in the Battle of Normandy (1944)"
"Ian Curtis (Himself)"
"Rodney Dangerfield (himself) - 1921 - 2004"
"Somebody's Darling (William Rigney)"
"Bette Davis (Joseph L. Mankiewicz)"
"Jefferson Davis (unknown)"
"Sammy Davis Jr. (by Altovise Davis and his children)"
"Cecil Day-Lewis (himself)"
"Emily Dickinson (herself)"
"Curly Joe DeRita (unknown)"
"John Donne (Himself)"
"Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (unknown)"
"Claude Duval (unknown)"
"Diophantus of Alexandria (Metrodous, 4th century CE)"
"Wyatt Earp (unknown)"
"Eazy-E (Eric Wright)"
"Edward I of England (unknown)"
"Peter Falk (himself)- 1927-2011"
"William Faulkner (unknown)- 1897-1962"
"W.C. Fields (unknown)- 1880-1946"
"F. Scott Fitzgerald (himself; from The Great Gatsby)"
"Benjamin Franklin (himself)"
"Betty Friedan 1921-2006"
"Robert Frost (himself)"
"R. Buckminster Fuller (himself)"
"Rene Gagnon (unknown) 1925 - 1979"
"John Gay (himself) 1635 - 1732"
"Jackie Gleason (himself) 1916 - 1987"
"Mane Garrincha 1933 - 1983"
"Mahatma Gandhi 1869 - 1948"
"Betty Grable (Victoria James, her daughter) 1916 - 1973"
"Kenneth Grahame (Anthony Hope, his cousin) 1859 - 1932"
"Sharon Grant-Henry (Mary Wickline, her life partner) July 4, 1949 - February 3, 2004"
"Merv Griffin (by himself)"
"Michael Grzimek 1934 - 1959"
"Santiago Vizan Gulizia"
"Alexander Hamilton - 1757 - 1804"
"some sources also put Alexander's birth year as 1755 which puts him at age 49"
"Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton - 1757 - 1854"
"Her husband Alexander is next to her and her son Philip is nearby in an unmarked grave."
"Hannibal Barca"
"Rita Hayworth (Rebecca Welles)"
"Henry II (by Ralph of Diceto)"
"Werner Heisenberg (unknown)"
"George Hill"
"Richard Hind"
"William Stephen Raikes Hodson"
"Winifred Holtby (by herself) - 1898-1935"
"Robin Hood (mythological; sometimes identified with Robert of Huntingdon)"
"Jack Horkheimer, presenter of the popular astrononomy programme Star Gazer"
"C. Wayne Hussey AKA Margaret I Empress of Alaska AKA Large Marge (unknown) 1937 - 1983"
"Vladislav Illich-Svitych - 1934 - 1966"
"Jesse James (by his mother) 1847 - 1882"
"Rick James (by himself) 1948-2004"
"Jimi Jamison (by himself) 1951 - 2014"
"Thomas Jefferson (by himself) 1743 - 1826"
"George Johnson (unknown)"
"Jeremiah Johnson (unknown)"
"John Jones (by Himself)"
"Carl Jung (unknown) 1875 - 1961"
"Nikos Kazantzakis (by himself)"
"John Keats (by himself and his friends) - 1795-1821"
"Martin Luther King, Jr."
"Ernie Kovacs (by Edie Adams) 1919-|1962"
"Elsa Lanchester (unknown) 1902-1986"
"Brandon Lee (by Paul Bowles) 1965 - 1993"
"Bruce Lee 1940 - 1973"
"Vivien Leigh"
"Jack Lemmon (by himself)"
"Primo Levi"
"Charles Lindbergh and Anne Morrow Lindbergh"
"John Locke (unknown)"
"Jack London (Psalm 118:22)"
"Howard Phillips Lovecraft (himself) 1890 - 1937"
"Bela Lugosi (his children) 1882 - 1956"
"Rob Roy MacGregor (unknown)"
"Jayne Mansfield (either her fans or family) 1933 - 1967"
"Roger Maris (unknown) 1935 - 1985"
"Billy Martin (by himself) 1928 – 1989"
"Dean Martin (by himself) 1917 - 1995"
"Groucho Marx (by himself)"
"Karl Marx (by himself) - 1818 - 1883"
"André Masséna 1758 - 1817"
"Leonard Matlovich (by himself) - 1943 - 1988"
"John Laird McCaffery ("your friends") - 1940 - 1995"
"H. L. Mencken (by himself) - 1880 - 1956"
"Russ Meyer"
"Spike Milligan (by himself) - 1918 - 2002"
"Lester Moore (unknown)"
"Captain Tom Moore"
"Jim Morrison (unknown) - 1943 - 1971"
"Matthew Mudd (unknown) from Massachusetts:"
"Audie Murphy (unknown) 1926 - 1971"
"Isaac Newton (Alexander Pope)"
"Frank Nitti (unknown) 1881 - 1943"
"Leslie Nielsen"
"Joshua A. Norton"
"Peter O'Toole (himself)"
"Bonnie Parker (Unknown) 1910 - 1934"
"Dorothy Parker - 1893 - 1967"
"Rosa Parks (by herself)"
"Penn and Teller (by themselves)"
"Fernando Pessoa (himself)"
"James Louis Petigru (unknown) - 1789-1863"
"Allan Pinkerton (unknown) 1819 - 1884"
"Sylvia Plath (Ted Hughes) 1932 - 1963"
"Edgar Allan Poe (himself) 1809 - 1849"
"Fritiof Nilsson Piraten (by himself) - 1895-1972"
"Freddie Prinze (unknown)"
"Ernie Pyle"
"Quick Draw McGraw"
"Ramón Valdés - (unknown) - 1923-1988 (aka Don Ramón)"
"Dee Dee Ramone (aka Douglas Glen Corvin)"
"Johnny Ramone (aka John Cummings)"
"Will Rogers (himself)"
"William P. Rothwell (unknown) from Rhode Island:"
"Babe Ruth (Cardinal Spellman)"
"Selena - (Isaiah/Isaías 25:8) - 1971-1995"
"Seikilos, between 200 BC and 100 AD"
"William Shakespeare - baptized April 26, 1564 - April 23, 1616"
"Sam Suryawanshi AKA Vazir (by himself) - 1985-2011"
"Frank Sinatra (by himself) - 1915-1998"
"Emil Sitka (by himself)"
"Harry Edsel Smith (unknown) - 1903-1942"
"The 300 Spartans (Simonides) - 480 BC"
"Robert Louis Stevenson (by himself) - 1850-1894"
"Harold J. Story (1919 - 1993)"
"Arthur Sullivan 1842-1900 (by W. S. Gilbert)"
"Alexander Vasilyevich Suvorov - 1729-1800"
"Jonathan Swift (unknown) 1667 - 1745"
"Lucius Cornelius Sulla (by himself) - died 78 BC"
"Alfred Tennyson (himself)"
"Studs Terkel (Suggested by himself)"
"Thomas Thetcher 1737 - 1764"
"J. R. R. Tolkien:"
"Voltaire (unknown) - 1694-1778"
"Kurt Vonnegut (himself) 1922 - 2007"
"Verginius Rufus"
"John Wayne (himself) 1907 - 1979"
"H. G. Wells (himself) - 1866-1946"
"Oscar Wilde (himself)"
"Billy Wilder (himself and Joe E. Brown)"
"Hank Williams (his wife)"
"Christopher Wren (by his son)"
"Virginia Woolf (by herself)"
"William Butler Yeats (by himself)"
"Jean Valjean, Les Misérables, Victor Hugo"
"King Menethil II"
"Edmund Blackadder (by himself)"
"Strong Bad"
""A Jacobite's Epitaph" (Thomas Babington Macaulay)"
"Baldur's Gate"
"Scrooge McDuck (Keno Don Rosa)"
"Jenny Sparks (unknown)"
"Ron Obvious"
"David St. Hubbins (himself)"
"Buffy Summers (unknown) - 1981–2001"
"From Fable (game)"
"Senator Vrooman (Ambrose Bierce)"
"Van Ruijven"
"Royal Tenenbaum (At his suggestion)"
"Dumbledore family's tomb"
"Potter family's tomb"
"The Boss's grave"
"Big Boss's grave"
"Charles Xavier (Age of Apocalypse version)"
"Balin Fundinul Uzbad Khazad-dumu Balin son of Fundin Lord of Moria"
"From a Canadian WWI Memorial (Rudyard Kipling)"
"From Ireland"
"From a grave in Muçum, Brazil"
"Adult's grave in Rome, Italy"
"Child's grave in Miami, FL (by Edmund Waller)"
"Infant in Vermont"
"From Tasmania, Australia"
"From Perth, Scotland"
"From Tatamagouche, Nova Scotia"
"From Nanuet, New York"
"From Évora, Portugal, in the Chapel of Bones"
"On a grave in a Kent cemetery"
"On a grave in New York"
"Here rests in honored glory an American soldier known but to God."
"Their name liveth forevermore."
"British Soldier, in Westminster Abbey"
"British Soldier, Tobruk Commonwealth Cemetery, Libya"
"Australian soldier whose body is held in the Australian War Memorial in Canberra, Australia. By former Australian Prime Minister Paul Keating"
"To save your world you asked this man to die; Would this man, could he see you now, ask why?"
"And be the Spartan's epitaph on me— "Sparta hath many a worthier son than he.""
"Shrine of the mighty! can it be, That this is all remains of thee?"
"After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live."
"Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth, Not worshipp'd with a waxen epitaph."
"You cannot better be employ'd, Bassanio, Than to live still and write mine epitaph."
"On your family's old monument Hang mournful epitaphs."
"And if your love Can labour aught in sad invention, Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb And sing it to her bones, sing it to-night."
"Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs."
"Here lies the remains of James Pady, Brickmaker, in hope that his clay will be remoulded in a workmanlike manner, far superior to his former perishable materials."
"Stavo bene; per star meglio, sto qui."
"Sufficit huic tumulus, cui non suffecerit orbis."
"If Paris that brief flight allow, My humble tomb explore! It bears: "Eternity, be thou My refuge!" and no more."
"Here lies who, born a man, a grocer died."
"Here lies Anne Mann; she lived an Old maid and died an old Mann."
"And the voice of men shall call, "He is fallen like us all, Though the weapon of the Lord was in his hand:" And thine epitaph shall be— "He was wretched ev'n as we;" And thy tomb may be unhonoured in the land."
"Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh; Here HAROLD lies—but where's his Epitaph? If such you seek, try Westminster, and view Ten thousand, just as fit for him as you."
"Yet at the resurrection we shall see A fair edition, and of matchless worth, Free from erratas, new in heaven set forth."
"Loe here the precious dust is layd; Whose purely-temper'd clay was made So fine that it the guest betray'd. Else the soule grew so fast within, It broke the outward shell of sinne And so was hatch'd a cherubin."
"This Mirabeau's work, then, is done. He sleeps with the primeval giants. He has gone over to the majority: "Abiit ad plures.""
"It is so soon that I am done for, I wonder what I was begun for!"
"Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care; The opening bud to Heaven conveyed, And bade it blossom there."
"Peas to his Hashes."
"Underneath this crust Lies the mouldering dust Of Eleanor Batchelor Shoven, Well versed in the arts Of pies, custards and tarts, And the lucrative trade of the oven. When she lived long enough, She made her last puff, A puff by her husband much praised, And now she doth lie And make a dirt pie, In hopes that her crust may be raised."
"What wee gave, wee have; What wee spent, wee had; What wee left, wee lost."
"Praised, wept, And honoured, by the muse he loved."
"And when I lie in the green kirkyard, With the mould upon my breast, Say not that she did well—or ill, "Only, She did her best.""
"O man! whosoever thou art, and whensoever thou comest, for come I know thou wilt, I am Cyrus, founder of the Persian empire. Envy me not the little earth that covers my body."
"Full many a life he saved With his undaunted crew; He put his trust in Providence, And Cared Not How It Blew."
"His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft, Faithful, below, he did his duty; But now he's gone aloft."
"For though his body's under hatches, His soul has gone aloft."
"This comes of altering fundamental laws and overpersuading by his landlord to take physic (of which he died) for the benefit of the doctor—Stavo bene (was written on his monument) ma per star meglio, sto qui."
"Here lies Du Vall; reader, if male thou art, Look to thy purse; if female, to thy heart."
"If e'er she knew an evil thought She spoke no evil word: Peace to the gentle! She hath sought The bosom of her Lord."
"Let there be no inscription upon my tomb. Let no man write my epitaph. No man can write my epitaph. I am here ready to die. I am not allowed to vindicate my character; and when I am prevented from vindicating myself, let no man dare calumniate me. Let my character and motives repose in obscurity and peace, till other times and other men can do them justice."
"Nemo me lacrumis decoret neque funera fletu faxit."
"Under this stone, reader, survey Dead Sir John Vanbrugh's house of clay: Lie heavy on him, earth! for he Laid many heavy loads on thee."
"Lie light upon him, earth! tho' he Laid many a heavy load on thee."
"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; But the work shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more elegant edition, revised and corrected by the author."
"Quand je serai la, je serai sans souci."
"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."
"Fuller's earth."
"Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll, Who wrote like an angel, and talked like poor Poll."
"Here lie together, waiting the Messiah The little David and the great Goliath."
"Life is a jest, and all things show it, I thought so once, but now I know it."
"Like a worn out type, he is returned to the Founder in the hope of being recast in a better and more perfect mould."
"I have expended; I have given; I have kept; I have possessed; I do possess; I have lost; I am punished. What I formerly expended, I have; what I gave away, I have."
"What we say of a thing that has just come in fashion And that which we do with the dead, Is the name of the honestest man in the nation: What more of a man can be said?"
"Qui nullum fere scribendi genus non tetigit; nullum quod tetigit non ornavit."
"And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die."
"Balnea, vina, Venus corrumpunt corpora nostra; Sed vitam faciunt baldea, vina, Venus."
"Beneath these green trees rising to the skies, The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies; The time shall come when these green trees shall fall, And Isaac Greentree rise above them all."
"His foe was folly and his weapon wit."
"Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee, And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me; Thy Smiles I count not, nor thy frowns I fear, My days are past, my head lies quiet here. What faults you saw in me take Care to shun, Look but at home, enough is to be done."
"Man's life is like unto a winter's day, Some break their fast and so depart away, Others stay dinner then depart full fed; The longest age but sups and goes to bed. Oh, reader, then behold and see, As we are now so must you be."
"But here's the sunset of a tedious day. These two asleep are; I'll but be undrest, And so to bed. Pray wish us all good rest."
"Here she lies a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood; Who, as soone fell fast asleep, As her little eyes did peep. Give her strewings, but not stir The earth that lightly covers her."
"Under the shadow of a leafy bough That leaned toward a singing rivulet, One pure white stone, whereon, like crown on brow, The image of the vanished star was set; And this was graven on the pure white stone In golden letters—"WHILE SHE LIVED SHE SHONE.""
"The hand of him here torpid lies, That drew th' essential form of grace, Here closed in death th' attentive eyes That saw the manners in the face."
"Sleep undisturbed within this peaceful shrine, Till angels wake thee with a note like thine."
"Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbor give To more virtue than doth live. If at all she had a fault, Leave it buried in this vault."
"Underneath this sable herse Lies the subject of all verse,— Sydneye's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slaine another, Faire and learn'd and good as she, Tyme shall throw a dart at thee."
"Here lies one whose name was writ in water."
"I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone."
"Satire does not look pretty upon a tombstone; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 232."
"I strove with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and after Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart."
"Emigravit, is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies; Dead he is not, but departed,—for the artist never dies."
"Here lie I, Martin Elginbrodde: Have mercy o' my soul, Lord God; As I wad do, were I Lord God, And ye were Martin Elginbrodde."
"The shameless Chloe placed on the tombs of her seven husbands the inscription, "The work of Chloe." How could she have expressed herself more plainly?"
"This work, newly revised and improved by its great Author, will reappear in a splendid day."
"Ci gît l'enfant gâté du monde qu'il gâta."
"Requiescat in pace."
"Beneath this stone old Abraham lies; Nobody laughs and nobody cries. Where he is gone, and how he fares, Nobody knows and nobody cares."
"Jacet ecce Tibullus; Vix manet e toto parva quod urna capit."
"Molliter ossa cubent."
""In his last binn Sir Peter lies." * * * * He kept at true humour's mark The social flow of pleasure's tide: He never made a brow look dark, Nor caused a tear, but when he died."
"Postquam est mortem aptus Plautus: comœdia luget Scena deserta, dein risus ludus jocusque Et numeri innumeri simul omnes collacrumarunt."
"Under this marble, or under this sill, Or under this turf, or e'en what they will, Whatever an heir, or a friend in his stead, Or any good creature shall lay o'er my head, Lies one who ne'er car'd, and still cares not a pin What they said or may say of the mortal within; But who, living and dying, serene, still and free, Trusts in God that as well as he was he shall be."
"Kneller, by Heaven and not a master taught Whose art was nature, and whose pictures thought, * * * * * * Living great Nature fear'd he might outvie Her works; and dying, fears herself may die."
"To this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art! draw near! Here lies the friend most lov'd, the son most dear; Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died."
"Nihil unquam peccavit, nisi quod mortua est."
"Calmly he looked on either Life, and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear: From Nature's temp'rate feast rose satisfy'd, Thank'd Heaven that he had lived, and that he died."
"Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gained no title, and who lost no friend, Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the muse he loved."
"Heralds and statesmen, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior; The son of Adam and of Eve; Can Bourbon or Nassau go higher?"
"Johnny Carnegie lais heer Descendit of Adam and Eve, Gif ony cou gang hieher, I'se willing give him leve."
"In Fortunam Inveni portum spes et fortuna valete Nil mini vobiscum ludite nunc alios."
"Jam portum inveni, Spes et Fortuna valete. Nil mihi vobiscum est, ludite nunc alios."
"Avete multum, Spesque, Forsque; sum in vado. Qui pone sint illudite; haud mea interest."
"Speme e Fortuna, addio; che' in porto entrai. Schernite gli altri; ch'io vi spregio omai."
"I came at morn—'twas spring, I smiled, The fields with green were clad; I walked abroad at noon,—and lo! 'Twas summer,—I was glad; I sate me down; 'twas autumn eve, And I with sadness wept; I laid me down at night, and then 'Twas winter,—and I slept."
"The world's a book, writ by th' eternal Art Of the great Maker; printed in man's heart; 'Tis falsely printed though divinely penn'd, And all the Errata will appear at th' end."
"The World's a Printing-House, our words, our thoughts, Our deeds, are characters of several sizes. Each Soul is a Compos'tor, of whose faults The Levites are Correctors; Heaven Revises. Death is the common Press, from whence being driven, We're gather'd, Sheet by Sheet, and bound for Heaven."
"She was—but room forbids to tell thee what— Sum all perfection up, and she was—that."
"Warm summer sun, shine friendly here; Warm western wind, blow kindly here; Green sod above, rest light, rest light— Good-night, Annette! Sweetheart, good-night."
"Warm summer sun shine kindly here; Warm southern wind blow softly here; Green sod above lie light, lie light— Good night, dear heart, good night, good night."
"Quod expendi habui Quod donavi habeo Quod servavi perdidi."
"Ecce quod expendi habui, quod donavi habeo, quod negavi punior, quod servavi perdidi."
"Lo, all that ever I spent, that sometime had I; All that I gave in good intent, that now have I; That I never gave, nor lent, that now aby I; That I kept till I went, that lost I."
"It that I gife, I haif, It that I len, I craif, It that I spend, is myue, It that I leif, I tyne."
"Howe: Howe: who is heare: I, Robin of Doncaster, and Margaret my feare. That I spent, that I had; That I gave, that I have; That I left, that I lost."
"The earthe goeth on the earthe Glisteringe like gold; The earthe goeth to the earthe Sooner than it wold; The earthe builds on the earthe Castles and Towers; The earthe says to the earthe All shall be ours."
"Earth walks on Earth, Glittering in gold; Earth goes to Earth, Sooner than it wold; Earth builds on Earth, Palaces and towers; Earth says to Earth, Soon, all shall be ours."
"Traveller, let your step be light, So that sleep these eyes may close, For poor Scarron, till to-night, Ne'er was able e'en to doze."
"Sit tua terra levis."
"Good Frend for Jesvs Sake Forbeare, To Digg the Dvst Encloased Heare. Blese be ye Man yt Spares Thes Stones. And Cvrst be he yt Moves my Bones."
"These are two friends whose lives were undivided: So let their memory be, now they have glided Under the grave; let not their bones be parted, For their two hearts in life were single-hearted."
"He will be weighed again At the Great Day, His rigging refitted, And his timbers repaired, And with one broadside Make his adversary Strike in his turn."
"Let no man write my epitaph; let my grave Be uninscribed, and let my memory rest Till other times are come, and other men, Who then may do me justice."
"The turf has drank a Widow's tear; Three of her husbands Slumber here."
"Here lies one who meant well, tried a little, failed much."
"I, whom Apollo sometime visited, Or feigned to visit, now, my day being done, Do slumber wholly, nor shall know at all The weariness of changes; nor perceive Immeasurable sands of centuries Drink up the blanching ink, or the loud sound Of generations beat the music down."
"Now when the number of my years Is all fulfilled and I From sedentary life Shall rouse me up to die, Bury me low and let me lie Under the wide and starry sky. Joying to live, I joyed to die, Bury me low and let me lie."
"To the down Bow of Death His Forte gave way, All the Graces in sorrow were drown'd; Hallelujah Cresendo Shall be his glad lay When Da'Capo the Trumpet shall sound."
"Thou third great Canning, stand among our best And noblest, now thy long day's work hath ceased, Here silent in our minster of the West Who wert the voice of England in the East."
"Ne'er to these chambers where the mighty rest, Since their foundation came a nobler guest; Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed A fairer spirit or more welcome shade."
"Then haste, kind Death, in pity to my age, And clap the Finis to my life's last page. May Heaven's great Author my foul proof revise, Cancel the page in which my error lies, And raise my form above the etherial skies. * * * * * * * * The stubborn pressman's form I now may scoff; Revised, corrected, finally worked off!"
"Mantua me genuit; Calabri rapuere; tenet nunc Parthenope. Cecini pascua, rura, duces."
"Here in this place sleeps one whom love Caused, through great cruelty to fall. A little scholar, poor enough, Whom François Villon men did call. No scrap of land or garden small He owned. He gave his goods away, Table and trestles, baskets—all; For God's sake say for him this Lay."
"He directed the stone over his grave to be thus inscribed: Hie jacet hujus Sententiæ primus Author: Disputandi pruritus ecclesiarum scabies. Nomen alias quære. Here lies the first author of this sentence; "The itch of disputation will prove the scab of the Church." Inquire his name elsewhere."
"The poet's fate is here in emblem shown, He asked for bread, and he received a stone."
"Here lies, in a "horizontal" position The "outside" case of Peter Pendulum, watch-maker. He departed this life "wound up" In hopes of being "taken in hand" by his Maker, And of being thoroughly "cleaned, repaired" and "set a-going" In the world to come."
"O what a monument of glorious worth, When in a new edition he comes forth, Without erratas, may we think he'll be In leaves and covers of eternity!"
"He first deceas'd; she for a little tri'd To live without him, lik'd it not, and died."
"Si monumentum requiris circumspice."