All Saints’, Cambridge
She took the cup of life to sip,
Too bitter ’twas to drain;
She put it meekly from her lip,
And went to sleep again.
At wood ditton, on a gravestone in which is fixed an iron dish, according to the instructions of the deceased:—
On William Symons, ob. 1753, æt. 80.
Here lies my corpse, who was the man
That loved a sop in the dripping pan;
But now, believe me I am dead,
See here the pan stands at my head.
Still for sops to the last I cried,
But could not eat, and so I died.
My neighbours, they perhaps will laugh,
When they do read my epitaph.