And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.
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Let no man write my epitaph; for as no man who knows my motives dare now vindicate them, let not prejudice or ignorance asperse them. Let them rest in obscurity and peace! Let my memory be left in oblivion, my tomb remain uninscribed, until other times and other men can do justice to my character.
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Oh, write of me, not Died in bitter pains, but Emigrated to another star!
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What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!...
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Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
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Nor has his death the world deceiv'd than his wondrous life surprise d; if he like a madman liv'd least he like a wise one dy'd.
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Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph -- green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.
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Posterity will never survey a nobler grave than this: here lie the bones of Castlereagh: stop, traveler, and piss.
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I am no lover of pompous title, but only desire that my name may be recorded in a line or two, which shall briefly express my name, my virgini...
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An epitaph is a belated advertisement for a line of goods that has been discontinued.
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Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remembered in thy epitaph!
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The epitaphs on tombstones of a great many people should read: Died at thirty, and buried at sixty.
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Don't pity me now, don't pity me never; I'm going to do nothing for ever and ever.
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The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he. His time is spent; our pilgrimage must be.
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Repose you here in rest, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps....
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Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.
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Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living.
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She shall be buried by her Antony; No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous.
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'Having reached the term of his natural life'; Mwould it not be truer to say, Having reached the term of his unnatural life?
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In lapidary inscriptions a man is not upon oath.
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He gave his honors to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
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If men could see the epitaphs their friends write they would believe they had gotten into the wrong grave.
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"Having reached the term of his natural life"; Mwould it not be truer to say, Having reached the term of his unnatural life?
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