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‘Mong Ladies gay and Princesses serene!
His magic chanter’s strains pour’d o’er their hearts,
With thrilling rapture soft as Cupid’s darts!
Like Shakespeare’s witches, scarce they drew the breath
But wished like them to say, “All hail, Macbeth!”
The Queen, well pleased, gave him, by high command,
A splendid present from her Royal hand!
But nothing aye could make him vain or proud,
He felt alike at Court, or in a crowd;
With high and low his nature was to please,
Frank with the Peasant, with the Prince at ease.
Beloved by thousands till his race was run,
Macbeth had ne’er a foe beneath the sun;
And now he plays among the Heavenly bands,
A diamond chanter never made with hands.

285. From Wosborough Churchyard:—

Here lyeth the body of Isabella,
the wife of John Carrington:
Who had 9 children deare,
4 died before her,
5 are living heare;
Kind to her husband,
Faithful to her friend,
And a loving mother,
Till her life did end.
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Who departed this life 6 Aug., 1674.

286. From Wortley Churchyard:—

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William Rogers, of Bank, died August 29 , 1771; aged 49.

The man that lies here
To pride was not inclined;
By endeavours and care
He left something behind.