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Wrapp’d up in dust,
Confined to be sober.
Clarke, take care,
Lest you come here,
For faith here’s no October.

126. On Dr. Bentley:—

Visitors tread gently,
Here lies Dr. Bentley.

127. On a Virtuous Wife:—

Behold this grave, it doth embrace
A virtuous wife, with Rachel’s comely face,
Sarah’s obedience, Lydia’s open heart,
Martha’s care, and Mary’s better part.

128. From St. Bennet’s, Paul’s Wharf, London:—

Here lies one More, and no More than he.
One More, and no More! how can that be?
Why one More and no More may well lie here alone
But here lies one More, and that’s More than one.

129. From Newington Churchyard:—

Life’s but a jest,
And all things show it;
I thought so once,
But now I know it.

130. From Newbury Churchyard:—

Here lays John, with Mary his bride,—
They lived and they laugh’d while they was able,
And at last was obliged to knock under the table.