The Epitaph
Here lies, now a prey to insulting neglect, What once was a butterfly, gay in life's beam: Want only of wisdom denied her respect, Want only of goodness denied her esteem.
On Wm. Graham, Esq., Of Mossknowe
"Stop thief!" dame Nature call'd to Death, As Willy drew his latest breath; How shall I make a fool again? My choicest model thou hast ta'en.
Pinned To Mrs. Walter Riddell’s Carriage
If you rattle along like your Mistress' tongue, Your speed will outrival the dart; Buta fly for your load, you'll break down on the road, If your stuff be as rotten's her heart.
Pretty Peg
As I gaedup byyon gate-end, When day was waxin' weary, Whadid I meet come down the street, Butpretty Peg, my dearie! Her airsaesweet, an'shape complete, Wi' naeproportion wanting, The Queen of Love did never move Wi' motion mairenchanting. Wi'linked hands we took the sands, Adown yonwinding river; Oh, that sweet hour and shady bower, Forget
On A Suicide
Earth'd up, here lies animp o'hell, Planted bySatan's dibble; Poor silly wretch, he's damned himsel', To save the Lord the trouble.
On A Swearing Coxcomb
Here cursing, swearing Burton lies, A buck, a beau, or"Dem my eyes!" Who in his life did little good, And his last words were "Dem my blood!"
On An Innkeeper Nicknamed “The Marquis”
Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd, If ever he rise, it will be to be damn'd.
Epitaph For Mr. Walter Riddell
Sic a reptile was Wat, sica miscreant slave, That the worms ev'n damn'd him when laid in his grave; "In his flesh there's a famine," a starved reptile cries, "And his heart is rank poison!" another replies.