Quotes from Richard De'Ath

Accidentally Shot As a mark of affection by his brother.

Poems and epitaphs are but stuff, Here lies Bob Barras and that's enough.

Here I lie at the Chapel door, Here lie I because I'm poor, The farther in the more you'l pay, Here lie I as warm as they.

Now I am dead and laid in my grave And that my bones are rotten, By this shall I remembered be, Or else I am forgotten.