N.B. The
wick may be bolted.--_Monthly Mag_.
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_Epitaph on the death of Miss Eliza More, aged_ 14.
Here lies who never lied before,
And one who will never lie _More_,
To which there need no _more_ be said
Than _More_ the pity she is dead,
For when alive she charmed us _More_
Than all the _Mores_ just gone before.[6]
[6] Her two sisters dying some months before.
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_On Anne Green, a Quakeress_.
Here lies a piece of Christ, a star in dust,
A wedge of gold, a china dish that must
Be used in heaven, when Christ doth feed the just.
* * * * *
_Inscribed on the back door of a Tavern_, which opened into the Parish
Church of St. Michael's, Cambridge, kept by Mr. Burrell, 1639: which door
is now taken down, the tavern having been pulled down, and a new street
built on its site.
Go on by leave, no way here lies:
But way and leave to those
That hast to taste good wine and fine,
And fear not Burrell's foes.
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