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~ Epitaphs ~

of some distinction



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All must surrender to the King of Terrors!
New England gravestone

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Oh! the worm, the rich worm has a noble domain,
For where monarchs are voiceless, I revel and reign:
I delve at my ease and regale where I may;
None dispute the poor earthworm his will or his way;
The high and the bright for my feasting must fall;
Youth, beauty, and manhood, I prey on ye all!
The prince and the peasant, the monarch and slave,
All, all must bow down to the worm and the grave.
Bow Cemetary, England

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The bitter cup that death gave me
Is passing round to come to thee.
Thomas Holden, 1511, at Saffron Walden, England

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Poorly lived
And poorly died
Poorly buried
And no one cried.
Churchyard near Warwick, England

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When I am dead and in my grave,
And all my bones are rotten.
While reading this you'll think of me
when I am long forgotten
Anonymous grave, St. James Cemetary, Toronto

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Here lies the body of Martha Dias
Who was always uneasy, and not over pious;
She lived to the age of three score and ten,
And gave that to the worms she refused to the men
Shrewsbury, Shropshire England

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Quoth the raven, nevermore.
Edgar Allen Poe, Westminster Presbyterian, Baltimore

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