On a Tombstone at Gunwallaw, Near Helstone, in Cornwall.
It may be read backwards or forwards.
Shall we all die?
We shall die all.
All die shall we?
Die all we shall.
In High Wycomb Churchyard.
Death is a fisherman—the world we see
A fish-pond is, and we the fishes be;
He sometimes angler-like doth with us play,
And slyly takes us one by one away.
In Allhallows Church (Oxford).
What others singly wish, age, wisdom, wealth,
Children to propagate their names and blood,
Chief place in city oft, unphysicked health,
And that which seasons all, the name of good;
In Levens were all mixed, yet all are gone,
Only the good name lasts; that look upon.
On a Young Lady.
Beneath this stone a mouldering virgin lies,
Who was the pleasure once of human eyes.
Her sprightly wit the gravest sage admired,
Her blaze of charms the coldest stoic fired!
Wisdom applauded, virtue well approved,
The gay admired her much, the gallant loved;
Amidst which triumphs Death untimely came,
And of this wonder only left a name.
On a Man Named Stone.
Jerusalem's curse was not fulfilled in me,
For here a stone upon a Stone you see.
