Folkestone
Sixteen years a Maiden,
One twelve Months a Wife,
One half hour a Mother,
And then I lost my Life.
Rochester
Though young she was,
Her youth could not withstand,
Nor her protect from Death’s
Impartial hand.
Like a cobweb, be we e’er so gay,
And death a broom,
That sweeps us all away.
Maidstone
“Stop ringers all and cast an eye,
You in your glory, so once was I,
What I have been, as you may see,
Which now is in the belfree.”
“God takes the good too good on earth to stay,
And leaves the bad too bad to take away.”
The person was very aged on whose tomb-stone the above was written!