The eNotes Blog After the Dash Ten LiteraryEpitaphs

After the Dash Ten LiteraryEpitaphs Its Halloween!â to pay tribute to the creepiest of occasions, why not mull over your own mortality? Great TIMES! Here are ten elegantly composed or fascinating imagined last farewells from people (or people who knew them) who have rearranged off this human curl. 1.â William Shakespeare (1564-1616) [Gravestone in Holy Trinity Church, Stratford-upon-Avon] Great FREND FOR IESVS SAKE FORBEARE TO DIGG THE DVST ENCLOASED HEARE BLESTE BE Y MAN Y SPARES THES STONES Also, CVRST BE HE THAT MOVES MY BONES 2.â Edmund Spenser (1510-1596) Here lyes (expecting the second Comminge of our Savior Christ Jesus) the group of Edmond Spenser, the Prince of Poets in his time; whose awesome soul needs no different observer than the works he deserted him. 3.â The Seven-Year-Old Son of Ben Jonson (sixteenth century) Goodbye, thou offspring of my correct hand and euphoria; My wrongdoing was an excessive amount of any expectation of thee, lovd kid, Seven years thou wert loaned to me and I thee pay Demanded by thy destiny on the only day. O, would I be able to lose all dad, presently. For why Will man mourn the state he should envy? To have so soon scapd Worlds and fleshs rage, Also, if no other wretchedness, yet age? Rest in delicate harmony and askd state here doth lie Ben Jonson his best bit of poetrie. For whose purpose, from this time forward, every one of his promises be such As what he adores may never live excessively. 4.  Dorothy Parker (1893-1967) Reason my residue. 5.â Mrs. Aphra Behn (1640-89) Here falsehoods a Proof that Wit can never be Guard enough against Mortality. 6.â Alexander Pope (1688-1744) For one who might not be covered in Westminster Abbey: Saints and Kings! your separation keep; In harmony let one poor Poet rest, Who never flatterd Folks like you: Allow Horace to redden, and Virgil as well. 7.â Jonathan Swift (1667-1745) [translated from Latin] Here untruths the collection of Jonathan Swift, Professor of Holy Theology, Senior member of this house of God church, where savage irateness can cut his heart no more. Go, voyager, also, on the off chance that you can, emulate one who with his most extreme quality ensured freedom. 8.â Benjamin Franklin (1706-90) The group of B. Franklin, Printer, Like the front of an old book its substance detached, what's more, deprived of its lettering and overlaying, lies here, nourishment for worms. Be that as it may, the work will not be entirely lost, for it will, as he accepted, show up again, in another and progressively flawless version, remedied and corrected by the Author. 9.â John Keats (1795-1821) This Grave contains such was Mortal of a Youthful ENGLISH POET Who on his Death Bed, In the Bitterness of his Heart at the Malicious Power of his foes, wanted these Words to be engraved on his Tomb Stone: Here Lies the One Whose Name Was Writ in Water.  10.â Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) Pere Lachaise Cemetery, Paris [from The Ballad of Reading Gaol.] What's more, outsider tears will fill for him Pitys since quite a while ago broken urn, For his grievers will be pariah men, What's more, untouchables consistently grieve.