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Speme e Fortune, addio; che' in porto entrai.
Schernite gli altri; ch'io vi spregio omai.
Author: Luigi Alamanni
Source: version of the Greek "Anthologia" epigram by Luigi Alamanni
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Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem.
Author: Henry Alford
Source: on his monument in St. Martin's Churchyard, Canterbury
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If Paris that brief flight allow,
My humble tomb explore!
It bears: "Eternity, be thou
My refuge!" and no more.
Author: Matthew Arnold
Source: Epitaph
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Here lies who, born a man, a grocer died.
[Fr., Ne homme--mort epicier.]
Author: Alfred Austin
Source: Golden Age, a translation of a French epitaph
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Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
Author: Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
Source: Tragedy of Bonduca (act IV, sc. 3)
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And the voice of men shall call,
"He is fallen like us all,
Though the weapon of the Lord was in his hand:"
And thine epitaph shall be--
"He was wretched ev'n as we;"
And thy tomb may be unhonoured in the land.
Author: Robert Williams Buchanan
Source: The Modern Warrior (st. 7)
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And be the Spartan's epitaph on me--
"Sparta hath many a worthier son than he."
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 10)
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Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
That this is all remains of thee?
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Giaour (l. 106)
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Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;
Here Harod lies--but where's his Epitaph?
If such you seek, try Westminister, and view
Ten thousand, just as fit for him as you.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Substitute for an Epitaph
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Yet at the resurrection we shall see
A fair edition, and of matchless worth,
Free from erratas, new in heaven set forth.
Author: Joseph Capen (2)
Source: Lines upon Mr. John Foster
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Loe here the precious dust is layd;
Whose purely-temper'd clay was made
So fine that it the guest betray'd.
Else the soule grew so fast within,
It broke the outward shall of sinne
And so was hatch'd a cherubin.
Author: Thomas Carew
Source: Inscription on Tomb of Lady Maria Wentworth, in Toddington Church, Bedfordshire, England
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This Mirabeau's work, then is done. He sleeps with the primeval
giants. He has gone over to the majority: "Abiit ad plures."
Author: Thomas Carlyle
Source: Essay on Mirabeau (close)
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Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Source: Epitaph on an Infant
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For though his body's under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft.
Author: Charles Dibdin
Source: Tom Bowling, written on the death of his brother
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His form was of the manliest beauty,
His heart was kind and soft,
Faithful, below, he did his duty;
But now he's gone aloft.
Author: Charles Dibdin
Source: Tom Bowling, written on death of his brother, inscribed on Charles Dibdin's gravestone in Camden Tow
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This comes of altering fundamental laws and overpersuading by his
landlord to take physic (of which he died) for the benefit of the
doctor--Stavo bene (was written on his monument) ma per star
meglio, sto qui.
Author: John Dryden
Source: Dedication of the Aeneid (XIV, 149)
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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.
Author: Ebenezer Elliott ("The Corn Law Rhymer")
Source: Hannah Ratcliff
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"Let there be no inscription upon my tomb. Let no man write my
epitaph. No man can write my epitaph. I am here ready to die.
I am not allowed to vindicate my character; and when I am
prevented from vindicating myself, let no man dare calumniate me.
Let my character and motives repose in obscurity and peace, till
other times and other men can do them justice."
Author: Robert Emmet
Source: Speech on his Trial and Conviction for High Treason
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May his body rest free from evil.
[Lat., Corpus requiescat a malis.]
Author: Quintus Ennius
Source: Tusc. (I, 44), quoted by Cicero
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A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole word was not
sufficient.
[Lat., Sufficit huic tumulus, cui non suffecerit orbis.]
Author: Epitaph
Source: epitaph on Alexander the Great
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Baths, wine and Venus bring decay to our bodies; but baths, wine
and Venus make up life.
[Lat., Balnea, vina, Venus corrumpunt corpora nostra;
Sed vitam faciunt baldea, vina, Venus.]
Author: Epitaph
Source: epitaph in Gruter's Monumenta
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Beneath these green trees rising to the skies,
The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies;
The time shall come when these green trees shall fall,
And Isaac Greentree rise above them all.
Author: Epitaph
Source: epitaph at Harrow
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Ecce quod expendi habui, quod donavi habeo, quod negavi punior,
quod servavi perdidi.
Author: Epitaph
Source: on tomb of John Killungworth (1412) in Pitson Church, Bucks, England
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Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee,
And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me;
Thy Smiles I count not, nor thy frowns I fear,
My days are past, my head lies quiet here.
What faults you saw in me take Care to shun,
Look but at home, enough is to be done.
Author: Epitaph
Source: epitaph over William Harvey in Greasley Churchyard, England
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For the Lord Jesus Christ's sake,
Do all the good you can,
To all the people you can,
In all the ways you can,
As long as ever you can.
Author: Epitaph
Source: tombstone inscription in Shrewsbury, England, a favorite of Mr. Moody
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