I was searching for some new, somewhat macabre desktop today (as many of you know, I have a bit of penchant for the dreary), and I came across this epitaph. Sally Pond died in 1774 at age 31, and was buried beside two daughters (one died at 20 years, the other at 21 days). Sally’s epitaph reads (in my somewhat modern translation):
Under this stone confined doth lie
Three subjects of Death’s tyranny.
The mother who in this close tomb
Sleeps with the offspring of her womb
Whereby we see Death’s cruelty
In cutting of both fruit and tree
Yet all his malice will prove vain
Both tree and fruit will spring again.
A “rubbing” of her stone is here. I dig it!