Banbury
Here do lye our dear boy,
Whom God hath tain from me:
And we do hope that us shall go to he,
For he can never come back again to we.
Nettlebed
Both young and old that passeth by,
Remember well that here lies I,
Then think on Death, for soon too true,
Alas twill be that here lies you.
A doctor of divinity, who lies in the neighbourhood of Oxford, has his complaint stated for him with unusual brevity, as well as his place of interment:—
“He died of a quinsy,
And was buried at Binsey.”