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tombstone in Massachusetts. See Newhaven Mag. Dec., 1863.

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The world's a book, writ by th' eternal Art
Of the great Maker; printed man's heart;
'Tis falsely printed though divinely penn'd,
And all the Errata will appear at th’end.

QUARLES-Divine Fancies.
The World's a Printing-House, our words, our

thoughts, Our deeds, are characters of several sizes. Each Soul is a Compos'tor, of whose faults

The Levites are Correctors; Heaven Revises. Death is the common Press, from whence being

driven, We're gather'd, Sheet by Sheet, and bound for

Heaven.
QUARLES—Divine Fancies.

(See also CAPEN) She was—but room forbids to tell thee whatSum all perfection up, and she was—that.

QUARLES—Epitaph on LADY LUCHYN. Warm summer sun, shine friendly here; Warm western wind, blow kindly here; Green sod above, rest light, rest lightGood-night, Annette!

Sweetheart, good-night. ROBERT RICHARDSON, in his collection, Wil

low and Wattle. P. 35.

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Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke no promise, served no private end,
Who gained no title, and who lost no friend,
Ennobled by himself, by all approved,
And praised, unenvied, by the muse he loved.
POPE—Moral Essays. Epistle V. L. 67. (To
Addison.)

(See also CRAGGS) Heralds and statesmen, by your leave,

Here lies what once was Matthew Prior; The son of Adam and of Eve; Can Bourbon or Nassau go higher? PRIOR-Epitaph. Extempore. (As given in

original edition.) Johnny Carnegie lais heer

Descendit of Adam and Eve,
Gif ony cou gang hieher,

I'se willing give him leve.
Epitaph in an old Scottish Churchyard.

In Fortunam
Inveni portum spes et fortuna valete
Nil mihi vobiscum ludite nunc alios.

Mine haven's found; Fortune and Hope, adieu. Mock others now, for I have done with you. Inscription on the tomb of FRANCESCO PUCCI

in the church of St. Onuphrius, (St. Onofrio), Rome. Translation by BURTON-Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. II. Sec. III. Memb. 6. Quoted by him as a saying of PRUDENTIUS. Attributed to JANUS PanNONIUS. See JANI PANUONIOnofrio. Pt. II. Folio 70. Found in LAURENTIUS SCHRADERN'S Monumenta Italia, Folio Helmuestadii. P. 164. Attributed to CARDINAL

LA MARCK in foot-note to LE SAGE's Gil Blas. Jam portum inveni, Spes et Fortuna valete. Nil mihi vobiscum est, ludite nunc alios. Fortune and Hope farewell! I've found the

port; You've done with me: go now, with others

sport. Version of the GREEK epigram in the Antho

logia. Trans. by MERIVALE. Latin by THOMAS MORE, in the Progymnasmata pre

fixed to first ed. of MORE's Epigrams. (1520) Avete multum, Spesque, Forsque; sum in vado. Qui pone sint illudite; haud mea interest. Version of the GREEK epigram in DR. WELLESLEY'S Anthologia Polyglotta. P. 464. Ed. 1849.

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Warm summer sun shine kindly here;
Warm southern wind blow softly here;
Green sod above lie light, lie light-
Good night, dear heart, good night, good night.
RICHARDSON's lines on the tombstone of SUSIE

CLEMENS as altered by MARK TWAIN (S. L.

Clemens).
Quod expendi habui
Quod donavi habeo
Quod servavi perdidi.

That I spent that I had
That I gave that I have
That I left that I lost.
Epitaph under an effigy of a priest. T. F.
RAVENSHAW's Antiente Epitaphes. P. 5.
WEEVER's Funeral Monuments. Ed. 1631.
P.581. PETTIGREW's Chronicles of the Tombs.

(See also GESTA ROMANORUM) Ecce quod expendi habui, quod donavi habeo,

quod negavi punior, quod servavi perdidi. On Tomb of JOHN KILLUNGWORTH. (1412)

In Pitson Church, Bucks, England. Lo, all that ever I spent, that sometime had I; All that I gave in good intent, that now have I; That I never gave, nor lent, that now aby I; That I kept till I went, that lost I. Trans. of the Latin on the brasses of a priest

at St. Albans, and on a brass as late as 1584 at St. Olave's, Hart Street, London.

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Speme e Fortuna, addio; che' in porto entrai.
Schernite gli altri; ch'io vi spregio omai.
Version of the GREEK epigram by LUIGI

ALAMANNI.

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I carne at morn—'twas spring, I smiled,

The fields with green were clad; I walked abroad at noon,

and lo!
'Twas summer, I was glad;
I sate me down; 'twas autumn eve,

And I with sadness wept;
I laid me down at night, and then

'Twas winter,-and I slept.
MARY PYPER—Epitaph. A Life. Same on a

It that I gife, I haif,
It that I len, I craif,
It that I spend, is myue,
It that I leif, I tyne.
On very old stone in Scotland. HACKETT'S

Epitaphs. Vol. I. P. 32. (Ed. 1737)

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Howe: Howe: who is heare:

Either our history shall with full mouth
I, Robin of Doncaster, and Margaret my feare. Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave,
That I spent, that I had;

Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless That I gave, that I have;

mouth, That I left, that I lost.

Not worshipp'd with a waxen epitaph.
Epitaph of ROBERT BYRKES, in Doncaster Henry V. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 230.
Church. RICHARD Gough-Sepulchral
Monuments of Great Britain.

You cannot better be employ’d, Bassanio,
(See also RAVENSHAW)

Than to live still and write mine epitaph.

Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 117. The earthe goeth on the earthe

10 Glisteringe like gold;

On your family's old monument The earthe goeth to the earthe

Hang mournful epitaphs. Sooner than it wold;

Much Ado About Nothing. Act IV. Sc. 1. The earthe builds on the earthe

L. 208.
Castles and Towers;
The earthe says to the earthe

And if your love
All shall be ours.

Can labour aught in sad invention, Epitaph in T. F. RAVENSHAW's Antiente Epi- Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb

taphes. (1878) P. 158. Also in The Scotch And sing it to her bones, sing it to-night. Haggis. Edinburgh, 1822. For variation Much Ado About Nothing. Act V. Sc. 1. L. of same see Montgomery-Christian Poets. 291. P. 58. 3rd ed. Note states it is by WILLIAM BILLYNG, Five Wounds of Christ.

Of comfort no man speak: From an old MS. in the possession of Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs. WILLIAM BATEMAN, of Manchester. The

Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 144. epitaph to ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, time of Edward III, is the same. See

These are two friends whose lives were undivided: WEAVER's Funeral Monuments. (1631)

So let their memory be, now they have glided Facsimile discovered in the chapel of the Under the grave; let not their bones be parted, Guild of the Holy Cross, at Stratford. See

For their two hearts in life were singie-hearted. FISHER's Ilustrations of the Paintings, etc.

SHELLEYEpitaph. (1802) Ed. by J. G. NICHOLS.

He will be weighed again Earth walks on Earth,

At the Great Day,

His rigging refitted, Glittering in gold;

And his timbers repaired,
Earth goes to Earth,

And with one broadside
Sooner than it wold;
Earth builds on Earth,

Make his adversary
Palaces and towers;

Strike in his turn.

SMOLLETT-Peregrine Pickle. Vol. III. Ch. Earth says to Earth, Soon, all shall be ours.

VII. Epitaph on Commodore Trunnion.

(See also CAPEN) ScottUnpublished Epigram. In Notes and Queries. May 21, 1853. P. 498.

Let no man write my epitaph; let my grave

Be uninscribed, and let my memory rest Traveller, let your step be light,

Till other times are come, and other men, So that sleep these eyes may close,

Who then may do me justice. For poor Scarron, till to-night,

SOUTHEY. Written after Reading the Speech Ne'er was able e'en to doze.

of ROBERT EMMET. SCARRON-Epitaph written by himself.

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The turf has drank a Sit tua terra levis.

Widow's tear; May the earth rest lightly on thee.

Three of her husbands SENECA-Epigram II. Ad Corsican.

Slumber here. MARTIAL-Epigram V. 35; IX. 30. 11.

Epitaph at Staffordshire. (See also BEAUMONT)

Here lies one who meant well, tried a little, failed Good Frend for Jesvs Sake Forbeare,

much. To Digg the Dvst Encloased Heare.

STEVENSONChristmas Sermon.
Blese be ye Man yt Spares Thes Stones.
And Cvrst be he yt Moves my Bones.

I, whom Apollo sometime visited,
Epitaph on Shakespeare's Tombstone at Strat-

Or feigned to visit, now, my day being done, ford-on-Avon. (Said to be chosen by him, but not original.)

Do slumber wholly, nor shall know at all
The weariness of changes; nor perceive

Immeasurable sands of centuries
After your death you were better have a bad Drink up the blanching ink, or the loud sound
epitaph than their ill report while you live. Of generations beat the music down.
Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 548.

STEVENSON. Epitaph for himself.

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Par in parem imperium non habet.

An equal has no power over an equal.
Law Maxim.
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Quod ad jus naturale attinet, omnes homines æquales sunt.

All men are equal before the natural law. Law Maxim. 3

Fourscore and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. LINCOLN—Gettysburg Address. Nov. 19, 1863.

(See also ADAMS under RIGHTS) For some must follow, and some command Though all are made of clay!

LONGFELLOW-Keramos. L. 6.

5 Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?

MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII. L. 383.

6 Et sceleratis sol oritur. The sun shines even on the wicked SENECADe Beneficiis. III. 25.

7 Equality of two domestic powers Breeds scrupulous faction.

Antony and Cleopatra. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 47.

8 Mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust.

Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 246.

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