“My Life’s my dying day, wherein I stillAm making, alter and correct my Will.”Francis Quarles.“Remember me when I am gone away,Gone far away into the silent land.”Christina G. Rossetti.“Of Carthage wall I was a stoneO’h Mortals Read with PityTime consumes all it spareth noneMan, Mountain, Town nor City.Therefore O’h Mortals now bethinkYou where unto you must,Since now such Stately BuildingsLie Buried in the dust.Thomas Hughes, 1663.”The Carthage Stone, S. Dunstan’s Church, Stepney.
“My Life’s my dying day, wherein I stillAm making, alter and correct my Will.”Francis Quarles.“Remember me when I am gone away,Gone far away into the silent land.”Christina G. Rossetti.“Of Carthage wall I was a stoneO’h Mortals Read with PityTime consumes all it spareth noneMan, Mountain, Town nor City.Therefore O’h Mortals now bethinkYou where unto you must,Since now such Stately BuildingsLie Buried in the dust.Thomas Hughes, 1663.”The Carthage Stone, S. Dunstan’s Church, Stepney.
“My Life’s my dying day, wherein I stillAm making, alter and correct my Will.”Francis Quarles.“Remember me when I am gone away,Gone far away into the silent land.”Christina G. Rossetti.“Of Carthage wall I was a stoneO’h Mortals Read with PityTime consumes all it spareth noneMan, Mountain, Town nor City.Therefore O’h Mortals now bethinkYou where unto you must,Since now such Stately BuildingsLie Buried in the dust.Thomas Hughes, 1663.”The Carthage Stone, S. Dunstan’s Church, Stepney.
“My Life’s my dying day, wherein I stillAm making, alter and correct my Will.”Francis Quarles.
“Remember me when I am gone away,Gone far away into the silent land.”Christina G. Rossetti.
“Of Carthage wall I was a stoneO’h Mortals Read with PityTime consumes all it spareth noneMan, Mountain, Town nor City.Therefore O’h Mortals now bethinkYou where unto you must,Since now such Stately BuildingsLie Buried in the dust.Thomas Hughes, 1663.”
The Carthage Stone, S. Dunstan’s Church, Stepney.