Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton In Westminster Abbey
Nature and Nature’s laws lay hid in night:
God said, Let Newton be! and all was light.
Epitaph on himself; Alexander Pope
Under this marble, or under this sill,
Or under this turf, or e’en what they will;
Whatever an heir, or a friend in his stead,
Or any good creature shall lay o’er my head,
Lies one who ne’er cared, and still cares not a pin
What they said, or may say, of the mortal within;
But who, living and dying, serene still and free,
Trusts in God, that as well as he was, he shall be.
Epitaph on two lovers struck dead by lightning
When Eastern lovers feed the funeral fire,
On the same pile the faithful pair expire:
Here pitying Heaven that virtue mutual found,
And blasted both, that it might neither wound.
Hearts so sincere th’Almighty saw well pleased,
Sent his own lightning, and the victims seized.
Lord Harcourt, on whose porperty the unfortunate pair lived,
feared the country people would not understand the above,
and Pope wrote another version:
Near this place lie the bodies of
JOHN HEWET AND SARAH DREW,
An industrious young man
And virtuous maiden of this parish;
Who, being at harvest work
(with several others),
were in one instant killed by lightining,
The last day of July, 1718.