Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.

Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.

This comes of altering fundamental laws and overpersuading by his
landlord to take physic (of which he died) for read more

This comes of altering fundamental laws and overpersuading by his
landlord to take physic (of which he died) for the benefit of the
doctor--Stavo bene (was written on his monument) ma per star
meglio, sto qui.

For the Lord Jesus Christ's sake,
Do all the good you can,
To all the people you read more

For the Lord Jesus Christ's sake,
Do all the good you can,
To all the people you can,
In all the ways you can,
As long as ever you can.

"Let there be no inscription upon my tomb. Let no man write my
epitaph. No man can write my read more

"Let there be no inscription upon my tomb. Let no man write my
epitaph. No man can write my epitaph. I am here ready to die.
I am not allowed to vindicate my character; and when I am
prevented from vindicating myself, let no man dare calumniate me.
Let my character and motives repose in obscurity and peace, till
other times and other men can do them justice."

May his body rest free from evil.
[Lat., Corpus requiescat a malis.]

May his body rest free from evil.
[Lat., Corpus requiescat a malis.]

Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven read more

Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.

Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee,
And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me;
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Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee,
And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me;
Thy Smiles I count not, nor thy frowns I fear,
My days are past, my head lies quiet here.
What faults you saw in me take Care to shun,
Look but at home, enough is to be done.

Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;
Here Harod lies--but where's his Epitaph?
If such read more

Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;
Here Harod lies--but where's his Epitaph?
If such you seek, try Westminister, and view
Ten thousand, just as fit for him as you.

Beneath these green trees rising to the skies,
The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies;
The time read more

Beneath these green trees rising to the skies,
The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies;
The time shall come when these green trees shall fall,
And Isaac Greentree rise above them all.