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GENERAL INDEX.

Epitaphs :

Death uncontroll'd a summons sends to all,

xii. 118, 210

Earth goeth upon earth, i. 48, 116, 156 Epitaphium cujusdam de numero annorum

ejus, xi. 334

Farewell great painter of mankind, v. 347 Farewell to all, I must not stay, iv. 525 Farewell, vain world ! I've had enough of

thee, vii. 266, 449 Far from thy Country, Kindred, and thy

Friends, ii. 343

God works wonders now and then, iii. 13, 57 Gray (Thomas), and mail coaches, 1802, iii.

288 Hee who now lies lone beneath this sod, iv.

524

Her painful heart now is at rest, iv. 123 Here cool the ashes of Mulciber Grim, xii. 7,

55

Here I lay my body down, v. 185 Here I lay [lie] outside the door, v. 489 ;

vi. 57, 137

Here lies a man which farmers lov'd, iii. 57 Here lies George Theobald, a lover of bells,

vi. 270 Here lies his Dust, whose Heavenly Mind,

ii. 479

Here lies in horizontal position, iv. 265 Here lyes entombed more men than Greece

admired, vii. 446 Here lyes a virgin whose clear conscience

may, iv. 265 Here lyes rich Hewet a Gentleman of note, v.

469

Here Lyes their Bodies, both at Best, v. 485 Here lyes ye body of poor Frank Raw, vi. 270 Here lyeth Anthonie Standen, i. 388, 469 Here may God's creatures, iv. 183 Here sleeps a youth who once had every art,

iv. 28, 78 Here under leys Elizabeth and Mary Bullyn,

iv. 6

Hereunder lyeth a man of fame, xi. 137 Heu quantp minus est cum renquis versari

quam tui meminisse, vi. 29, 95 Hie coiijuncta suo recubat Francisca marito,

ii. 485

Hie jacet Domnvs G. D., ii. 109, 150 Hie jacet (heu !) stat nominis umbra, ii. 524 His people's joy, the Clergy's glasse, vi. 136 Hoc ultimvim Lector a te postulans, vi. 126 Homo est bulla, ii. 348, 414 Honest miller, ii. 508 Honest Tom Steele, vii. 517 Hugo Hollandus flevit, ii. 88 I am a big flint stone, ii. 524 I have engraved for many a one, iii. 485 I troubled no man's dust, v. 185 I was well, I would be better, I am here, vi.

469 ; x. 154, 193, 296 If honor, virtue, truth, or youth could save,

iii. 485 If Life were Merchandize that all could buy,

i. 49

Imaginary, i. 14

In love he lived, in peace he died, iv. 524 In peaceful rest two sinless sisters lie, vi. 503 Jhu fili dei miserere mei, vii. 8, 54, 75 i Langford (Abraham), iv. 215

Epitaphs :

Learn from the Emblem of the Glass, ix. 44 Learne so to live by faith, as I have

before, xi. 334 Libros vendidit, ii. 346

Lie heavy on him, earth,, for he,, ix. 127, 193^ Life's uncertain Death most sure, ix. 45, 130- Like Birds of prey, iii. 485 Like Job, my wife and children, dear, ii. 52C Living he learned to- die,, and so expected, ii,

453 Long may thy name as- long as marble last, ii.

524

Manchester, St. Ann's, Churchyard, iv.. 264 Man wood (Sir Roger), 1629, iu 24 Mawdlyn thy name it did so hite, vii. 265 Mizpah. In Loving Memory o Richard^

Rawson, v. 290, 414 Musicians', v. 109, 356

My cutting board's to pieces split, v. 210, 372:' My engine now is cold and still, v. 504 My sledge and hammer lie reel in' d, v. 505 My tools and mallet lie reclined, vi. 270 Near to this place interred there lies, v. 185- No bribes covld blind no terror tvrne, ix..

, 44 T Nomine Lavrentivs qvondam Cognomme-

Colus, iii. 485 None printed more and erred lesse in print,.

ii. 407, 477 Not Monumental Stone preserves our fame r

vi. 503

Of morals pure and manners mild, iv. 411 Oh, let one wish, go where I will, be mine,.

iv. 183

Orta Carolo Rege, iii. 269 Our friend has gone before, iii. 485 Our Life is nothing but a winter's day, v. 250,.

397, 518 Presbiter hie verus Huswyf jacet ecce Roge-

rus, xi. 334 Reader, attend, and let the dead impart, v-

250

Reader, I' le be sworne ypon a booke, iv. 301 Reader, pass on : don't idly waste your time,,

vii. 28, 76

Reader, This plate records the death, iv. 147 Reader, with kind regards this grave survey,.

v. 504 ; vi. 97

Reader you have within this grave, iii. 485- Shall modest merit die without its fame, vii.

309 Siste gradum viator, siste, quid properas ?

viii. 8, 97

Sixty-three years our Hoyman, y. 270 So great is thy beauty, so sweet is thy song,,

iv. 382, 475 So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached

the shore, xii. 11.8, 210, 270 Stop My friend When this yon See, vi. 503 Stop, Ringers all, and cast an eye, vi. 270 Stranger, pause one moment, and read the

tribute of a greatful master, vii. 266 Sweet Song of Song ! though lowly was thy

lot, vii. 396 Take, holy earth, that which my soul

dear, iv. 525

The bud was cropt in early bloom, iv. The dark and silent grave* ii. 326 The Erthe goeth on the Erthe, xii. 503