churchyard of St Greg's Marnhull(1698)
Here under this stone
Lie Ruth and old John,
Who smoked all his life,and so did his wife.
And now there's no doubt
but their pipes are both out.
But it said without joke,
that life is but a smoke,
Tho you live to fourscore,
Tis a whiff and no more.
St Martin's Lillington (situated on the floor at the entrance of the aisle that surprisingly belong to the Cole family)
Reader, you have within this grave,
a Cole raked up in dust,
His courteous fate saw it was late
And that to bed he must:
So all was swept up to be kept,
Alive until the day.
The trump should blow it up and show
The Cole but sleeping lay.
Then do not doubt, the COLES not out,
Tho it in ashes lies.
The little spark, now in the dark,
Will like the phoenix rise.