"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"Ecce quod expendi habui, quod donavi habeo, quod negavi punior, quod servavi perdidi."

"Quod expendi habui Quod donavi habeo 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."

"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."

"It that I gife, I haif, It that I len, I craif, It that I spend, is myue, It that I leif, I tyne."

"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."

"He first deceas'd; she for a little tri'd To live without him, lik'd it not, and died."

"I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone."

"Here lies one whose name was writ in water."

"Satire does not look pretty upon a tombstone; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 232."

"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."

"Sleep undisturbed within this peaceful shrine, Till angels wake thee with a note like thine."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"Balnea, vina, Venus corrumpunt corpora nostra; Sed vitam faciunt baldea, vina, Venus."

"His foe was folly and his weapon wit."

"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."

"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?"

"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."

"Qui nullum fere scribendi genus non tetigit; nullum quod tetigit non ornavit."

"Life is a jest, and all things show it, I thought so once, but now I know it."

"Here lie together, waiting the Messiah The little David and the great Goliath."

"Like a worn out type, he is returned to the Founder in the hope of being recast in a better and more perfect mould."

"And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die."

"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.""

"Quand je serai la, je serai sans souci."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"Nemo me lacrumis decoret neque funera fletu faxit."

"Lie light upon him, earth! tho' he Laid many a heavy load on thee."

"Fuller's earth."

"Here lies Du Vall; reader, if male thou art, Look to thy purse; if female, to thy heart."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"Full many a life he saved With his undaunted crew; He put his trust in Providence, And Cared Not How It Blew."

"For though his body's under hatches, His soul has gone aloft."

"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."