Here lies the man who stripp'd Sin bare.
And kept her lean, on hard-earn'd fare;
Who forc'd the poor at home to stay,
But rode to church on Sabbath day;
And went to heav'n, the sinless say,
Because he bother'd God with prayer,
And would not let him have his way.

Here lies the Devil--ask no other name.
Well--but you mean Lord--? Hush! we mean the same.

Here lies the best and worst of fate,
Two kings delight, the people 's hate,
The courtier 's star, the kingdom 's eye,
A man to draw an angel by;
Fear 's despiser, Villier s' glory,
The great man's volume, all Time's story.

Here lies Sir John Plumpudding, of the Grange,
Who hung himself one morning, for a change.

Here lies poor Johnson. Reader! have a care,
Tread lightly, lest you rouse a sleeping bear.
Religious, moral, generous and humane,
He was, but self-conceited, rude and vain:
Ill-bred, and overbearing in dispute,
A scholar and a Christian, yet a brute.
Would you know all his wisdom and his folly,
His actions, sayings, mirth, and melancholy,
Boswell and Thrale, retailers of his wit,
Will tell you how he wrote, and talked, and spit.

Here lies my wife,
Here lies she;
Hallelujah!

Here lies Mistress Keene the Bishop of Chester,
She had a bad face, which did always molest her.

Here lies Jonson with the rest
Of the poets; but the best.
Reader, would'st thou more have known?
Ask his story, not this stone.
That will speak what this can't tell
Of his glory. So farewell.

Here lies John Knott:
His father was Knott before him,
He lived Knott, died Knott,
Yet underneath this stone doth lie
Knott christened, Knott begot,
And here he lies and still is Knott.

Here lyes John Hughs and Sarah Drew
Perhaps you'l say, what's that to you?
Believe me Freind much may be said
On this poor Couple that are dead.
On Sunday next they should have marry'd;
But see how oddly things are carry'd.
On Thursday last it rain'd and Lighten'd,
These tender Lovers sadly frighten'd
Shelter'd beneath the cocking Hay
In Hopes to pass the Storm away.
But the bold Thunder found them out
(Commission'd for that end no Doubt)
And seizing on their trembling Breath
Consign'd them to the Shades of Death.