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20. From Houghton Churchyard, Hunts:—

My sledge and hammer lie declined,
My bellows, too, have lost their wind;
My fire is spent, my forge decay’d,
My vice is on the dust all laid;
My coal is spent, my iron gone,
My nails are drove, my work is done;
My fire-dried corpse here lies at rest,
My soul, smoke-like, soars to be blest.

21. On an Italian:—

I was well,
Wished to be better,
Took physic and died!

22. Counsel to all:—

Live well—die never:
Die well—live for ever.

This is said to be in Kingston Churchyard, Hants.

23. On E. N.:—

At the Ester end of this free stone here doeth ly the Letle Bone of
Walter Spurrer that fine boy that was his friends only joy. He was
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Drouned at Melhams Bridg. the 20 of August 1691.

24. On an Infidel:—

Here lies a dicer long in doubt
If death could kill his soul or not;
Here ends his doubtfulness, at last
Convinced—but, oh! the die is cast!