Penryn

Here lies William Smith,
And what is somewhat rarish,
He was born, bred, and
Hanged in this parish.

Calstock

Susanna Jones,
1812.

All you that read those lines
Would stop awhile and think,
That I am in eternity,
And you are on the brink.

Mary Matthews,
1846.

This harmless dove, our tender love,
Flew from this world of vice,
To peace and rest, for ever blest,
With Christ in Paradise.