backwards or forwards—

Shall we all die?
We shall die all.
All die shall we—
Die all we shall.

GRADE.

Date 1671.

Why here?—why not, it’s all one ground,
And here none will my dust confound.
My Saviour lay where no one did—
Why not a member as his head,
No quire to sing, no bells to ring,
Why so thus buried was my king.
I grudge the fashion of the day
To fat the church and stane the lay,
Though nothing now of the be seen,
I hope my name and bed be green.

CALSTOCK.

James Berlinner, killed at Huel Bedford, 1844.

Consider well both old and young,
   Who by my grave do pass,
Death soon may come with his keen scythe,
   And cut you down like grass.
Tho’ some of you perhaps may think
   From danger to be free,
Yet in a moment may be sent,
   Into the grave like me.