Bury

Here lies Jane Kitchen, who, when her glass was spent,
Kickt up her heels, and away she went.

Surrey

Bermondsey

William Palin.

Silent grave, to thee I trust
This precious pearl of worthy dust.
Keep it safe, O sacred tomb!
Until a wife shall ask for room.

Here lies the wife of Roger Martin,
She was a good wife to Roger—that’s sartain.

The Lord saw good, I was topping off wood,
And down fell from the tree;
I met with a check, and I broke my blessed neck,
And so Death topped off me.