In Whittlebury Churchyard, Northamptonshire
John Heath, 1767, age 27
While Time doth run, from him depart;
Let none e’er shun Death’s piercing dart;
For read and look, and you will see
A wondrous change was wrought on me.
For while I lived in joy and mirth,
Grim Death came in and stopped my breath;
For I was single in the morning light,
By noon was married, and was dead at night.
On a tombstone at Folkstone (1688), are the following lines, in memory of Rebecca Rogers:
A house she hath, ’tis made of such good fashion: The tenant ne’er shall pay for reparation;
Nor will her landlord ever raise her rent, Or turn her out of doors for non-payment; From chimney-tax this cell’s forever free, — To such a house, who would not tenant be,