IN SAINT MICHAEL'S, CROOKED LANE.
Here lieth, wrapp'd in clay,
The body of William Wray;
I have no more to say.

IN DITTO.

Here lies Sir Thomas Scot, by name,
Oh, hapie Kempe that bore him!
Sir Reynold, with four knights of fame,
Lyv'd lyneally before him.

His wiefes were Baker, Heyman, Beere,
His love to them unfayned;

He lyved nyne and fifty yeare,

And seventeen sowles he gayned.

His first wief bore them everie one,
The world might not have myst her;
She was a verie paragon,

The ladie Buckerst's syster.

His widowe lyves in sober sorte,
No matron more discreter;
She still reteiynes a good reporte,
And is a great howsekeeper.
He (being call'd to special place)
Did what might best behove him;
The queene of England gave him grace,
The King of Heaven did love him.

His men and tenants wail'd the daye,
His kinn and cuntrie cried d;
Both younge and old in Kent may saye,
Woe worth the daye he died!

He made his porter shut his gates
To sycophants and briebors;
And ope them wide to greate estates,
And also to his neighbors.

His hous was rightlye termed hall,

Whose bred and beef was redie:

It was a very hospitall,

And refuge for the needie.

From whence he never stept aside,
In winter nor in summer.
In Christmas time he did provide
Good cheer for every comer.
When any servis shold be donne,
He lyeked not to lyngar;

The rich wold ride, the poore wold runn,
If he held up his fingar.

He kept tall men, he rydd great hors,
He did indite most finelye;

He us'd few words, but could discours
Both wisely and dyvinelye.

His lyving meane, his charges greate,
His daughters well bestowed;
Although that he were lefte in debt,
In fine, he nothing owed;

But died in rich and hapie state,
Belov'd of man and woman;

And (which is yeat much more than that)
He was envy'd of no man.

In justice he dyd much excell,
In law he never wrangled;

He loov'd relygion wondrous well,

But he was not new fangled.

IN CANTERBURY CATHEDRAL.

Here lies J. H. in expectation of the Day of Judgment. What he was, that day will show.

ON A CARD-MAKER.

His card is cut; long days he shuffled through
The game of Life; he dealt as others do.

Though he by honours tells not its amount,

When the last trump is play'd, his tricks will count.

ON A DESERTER FROM THE TENTH.

I went and listed in the Tenth Hussars,

And gallop'd with them to the bloody wars—
"Die for your Sovereign,-for your country die!"
To earn such glory feeling rather shy,

Snug I slipp'd home; but death soon sent me off,
After a struggle with the hooping-cough.

AT SARAGOSSA, IN SPAIN.

"Here lies Juan Cabecca, Chorister of our Lord the King. When he was received into the choir of angels, in augmentation of that happy company, his voice was so distinguished from the rest, that even God himself hearkened to him with attention, and said, rather severely, to the angels, Hold your tongues, ye calves, and let Juan Cabecca, Chorister to the King of Spain, sing my praise.'”

ON JOHN FORDACE, A FISHMONGER.

Near to this Place, lies Jack Fordace,
He Carp'd and Smelt, bought, sold, and felt,
And Shell'd, till he was shell'd again.
A Chub in person, varied hues a Trout,
Foul as a Tench, and sullen as a Pout;
In mind a Gudgeon, but, in shop, a Shark,

Jack made trade answer to life's latest spark.

Now-Sound he sleeps in hope; and may no surgeon, With Pike in search of knowledge, Dare to Stir-John. (Sturgeon.)

IN ABERCONWAY CHURCH-YARD, CAERNARVONSHIRE.

Here lieth the body of Nicholas Hooks, of Conway, gent. who was the one-and-fortieth child of his father, William Hooks, Esq., by Alice his wife, and the father of seven-andtwenty children; he died the 20th day of March, 1637:

IN NORWICH CATHEDRAL.

Depositum
Johanni Spendlove
Præbendarii.

Julii 8, Anno Domini,
1666.

Dean Suckling's daughter,
Prebend Spendlove' wife,
For a far better

Chang'd this present life,
March the 21st, 1656.

ON ADMIRAL BLAKE.

Here lies a man made Spain and Holland shake,
Made France to tremble, and the Turks to quake;
Thus he tam'd men, but if a lady stood
In's sight, it rais'd a palsy in his blood;
Cupid's antagonist, who on his life
Had fortune as familiar as a wife.

A stiff, hard, iron soldier; for he,

It seems, had more of Mars than Mercury;

At sea he thunder'd, calm'd each raging wave,
And now he's dead, sent thundering to the grave.

Dr. Bates, who was physician to King Charles I., the Protector Oliver, and to King Charles II., speaks thus of Blake :He became famous by many actions abroad; for he humbled the pride of France, reduced the Portuguese to submission, broke the strength of the Dutch, and drove their fleets out of the sea, subdued the pirates in the Mediterranean, and twice triumphed over the Spaniards, blamable only in this, that he joined himself with the regicides.

IN ABBEY CHURCH, BATH.

Here lies Doctor John Dauntsey by name,

Whose harmless life, whose saint-like death, whose lasting fame,

With judgment good in physic bore,

Approved to posterity shall this engraving over last ever

more.

IN ST. PAUL'S, COVENT-GARDEN.

Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his.-PSALMS.

Oh! that we might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour.-JOB.

Here rests

(With five of his children)
All that was mortal,

Of

JOHN HACKETT,

Late of this parish of Covent-Garden.

In the humble sphere of life in which he was ordained to move,

Ever blameless;

By his unaffected piety towards God,
And sincerity in his dealings with men,
He made many friends,

But, unless of the ignorant and worthless,
He never made a foe.

Though his abilities were but small, yet, as far as in him

lay,

He delivered the poor that was ready to perish,
And caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
In a word,

He was, if ever there was one,
A man without fault,

Unless extreme meekness and good-nature be considered as

such.

After a severe illness of six months,

Which he bore with the greatest patience and resignation,' This good Christian

Yielded up his spirit into the hands of his Maker, June the 22d, A. D. 1755, in the 52d year of his age. For flesh cannot inherit the kingdom of God. Reader,

You have heard what he was; yet you see what he is: Be wise in time.