Here Lies My Wife: Here

Better One Suffer Than A Nation Grieve.

For Every Inch That Is Not Fool, Is Rogue.

Bacchus Ever Fair And Young, Drinking Joys Did First Ordain. Bachus's Blessings Are A Treasure, Drinking Is The Soldier's Pleasure, Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure- Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

There's A Proud Modesty In Merit; Averse From Asking, And Resolved To Pay Ten Times The Gifts It Asks.

Shame On The Body For Breaking Down While The Spirit Perseveres.