"A maid of eighteen
We have laid in this green,
To rest herself a short space,
And after that time
This Rose in her prime
Shall rise up again by God's grace."
"Here lies Mrs. Buff, who bad money enough;
She laid it up in store:
And when she died she shut her eyes,
And never spoke no more.
(She was a fortune-teller.)"
"Here lies John Mills, who over hills
Pursued the hounds with hollow:
The leap though high, from earth to sky
The huntsman we must follow."
"Through Christ, I'm not inferior
To William the Conqueror."—Rom. viii. 37.
"Here lies Mass Andrew Gray,
Of whom ne muckle good can I say:
He was ne Quaker, for he had ne spirit;
He was ne Papist, for he had ne merit;
He was ne Turk, for he drank muckle wine;
He was ne Jew, for he eat muckle swine;
Full forty years he preach'd and lee'd,
For which God doom'd him when he dee'd."
