How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue. - Page 139

Here Lies the Body of Mr XEHEMIAH ROY CE Who Departed This Life Feb (?)— AD 1791 In the both Year of His Age Behold and see, as you pass by As you are now, so once was I. As I am now so you must be. Prepare for death and follow me. - Page 226

And while the lamp holds out to burn The vilest sinner may return. - Page 73

Beyond the flight of time, Beyond the reign of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath. Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward and expire. - Page 169

This life's a dream, an empty show ; But the bright world, to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere : When shall I wake and find me there ! 3 O glorious hour! - Page 220

WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, To call them to his arms. - Page 81

HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound! My ears attend the cry; " Ye living men, come view the ground, Where you must shortly lie. 2 " Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers; The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours. - Page 123

EPITAPH ON AN INFANT. ERE Sin could blight or Sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care ; The opening bud to Heaven conveyed And bade it blossom there. - Page 170

Sacred to the Memory of Capt. Joseph Boardman who Departed this Life — September 23d AD 1796 in the 76th year of his age Behold my friend as you pass by As you are now, So once was I As I am now, So you must be Prepare for death & follow me. - Page 38

There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death. - Page 154