Butterton
Near to this stone John Barnett lies,
There’s no man frets, nor no man cries,
Where he’s gone, or how he fares,
There’s no man knows, nor no man cares.
Stafford
Here Leah’s fruitfulness,
Here Rachael’s beauty;
Here lyeth Rebecca’s faith,
Here Sarah’s duty.
Wolstanston
Ann Jennings.
Some have children, some have none;
Here lies the mother of twenty-one.
Lichfield
Live well—die never;
Die well—live for ever.
Suffolk
Bury St. Edmunds
The following whimsical epitaph appears upon a white marble slab, in a conspicuous part of the church of St. Mary:—
Near this place are deposited the remains of Gedge, Printer, who established the first newspaper that has been published in this town. Like a worn out type, he is returned to the founder, in the hope of being recast in a better and more perfect mould.