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And Cared Not How It Blew: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Epitaph in Deal Churchyard. He was exhal'd; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.— DRYDEN — On the Death of a Very Young

Gentleman. If e'er she knew an evil thought She spoke no evil word: Peace to the gentle! She hath sought The bosom of her Lord.— EBENEZER ELLIOT — Hannah Ratcliff.

Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph; no man can write my epitaph.— ROBERT EMMET — Speech on his Trial

and Conviction for High Treason. September, 1803. The body of Benjamin Franklin, Printer, (Like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out and stript of its lettering and gilding), Lies here, food for worms; But the work shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more elegant edition, revised and corrected by the author.— BENJAMIN FRANKLIN — Epitaph on

Himself. Written in 1728. "Fuller's earth."— THOMAS FULLER — Epitaph written by

Himself. Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll, Who wrote like an angel, and talked like poor Poll. S.— DAVID GARRICK

Life is a jest, and all things show it, I thought so once, but now I know it.— GAY — My Own Epitaph.

And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die.— GRAY — Elegy in a Country Churchyard. St. 21.

Beneath these green trees rising to the skies, The planter of them, Isaac Greentrees, lies; The time shall come when these green trees shall fall, And Isaac Greentrees rise above them all. Epitaph at Harrow. Man's life is like unto a winter's day, Some break their fast and so depart away, Others stay dinner then depart full fed; The longest age but sups and goes to bed. Oh, reader, then behold and see, As we are now so must you be.— BISHOP HENSHAW — Horæ Succisive.

Here she lies a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood; Who, as soone fell fast asleep, As her little eyes did peep. Give her strewings, but not stir The earth that lightly covers her.— HERRICK — Upon a Child that Dyed.

He touched nothing that he did not adorn. Quoted by Sam'l Johnson in his Epitaph on Goldsmith. The hand of him here torpid lies, That drew th' essential form of grace, Here closed in death th' attentive eyes That saw the manners in the face.— SAM'L JOHNSON — Epitaph for Hogarth.

Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbor give To more virtue than doth live. If at all she had a fault, Leave it buried in this vault.— BEN JONSON — Epigram CXXIV.

Here lies one whose name was writ in water. Engraved on Keats' tombstone at his own desire. I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone. i. CHARLES LAMB. Satire does not look pretty upon a tombstone.— CHARLES LAMB

Emigravit, is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies; Dead he is not, but departed, -for the artist never dies.— LONGFELLOW — Nuremberg.