And beneath the mirtle, the Canada thistle, and the gooseberry-bush he rests, with the follerin epitaff on his tombstun: Hee's gone to rest, don't wake him up, His labors heer are ore; He useter preach fokes fast to sleep, Who entered his church-door.

And heer's a shepheard's swaine sweares by a Kitchen God, Pan. Mop.