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When that his body did contain a spirit,
A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
But now two paces of the vilest earth is room enough

303. From Tamworth Churchyard:—

To the memory of
Mary Knight, aged 25:

She faded from the sight as flowers
In summer fade; she vanished as the rain
After sultry showers; she sank pale and lovely,
Like the fleecy snow, which in the sunbeam
Melts; and we have laid her in her peaceful
Resting-place, to wait the coming of her Lord.

304. From Painswick Churchyard, near Stroud,
Gloucestershire:—

My wife is dead, and here she lies,
Nobody laughs and nobody cries;
Where she is gone to, or how she fares,
Nobody knows, and nobody cares.

305. From Ireland:—

Here lies Mrs. Caseys,
Who taking her aise is,
With the points of her toes
And the tip of her nose
Turned up to the roots of the daisies.

306. From Wales:—

She had two bad legs and a very bad cough,
But it was the bad legs that carried her off.