“Who lists to se and knowe himselfe, May loke upon this glase, And vew the beaten pathe of dethe, Which he shall one day passe; Which way J. Rainford Kellingworth, With patient mind, have gone,— Whose body here, as death hath changed, Lies covered with this stone; When dust to dust is brought again, The earth she hath her owne,— This shall the lot of all men be, Before the trumpe be blowne!” April 17th, 1575.
“Learn, curious reader, ere thou pass, That once Sir Edward Denny was A courtier of the chamber, A soldier of the fielde,— Whose tongue could never flatter, Whose heart could never yield!”
On a decayed monument in Horndon Church is the following inscription:—
“Take, gentle marble, to thy trust, And keep unmixed this _sacred dust_— Grow moist sometimes that I may see Thou weep’st in sympathy with me; And when, by him I here shall sleep, My ashes also safely keep— And from rude hands preserve us both, until We rise to Sion’s Mount from Horndon-on-the-Hill.”
Paul Whitehead, Esq. Of Twickenham, December, 1774.
“Unhallow’d hands, this urn forbear, No gems, nor Orient spoil, Lie here conceal’d, but what’s more rare,— A _heart_ that knows no guile!”
On a brass plate in this church is the following inscription:—
“Before this tabernaculle lyeth buryed Thomas Greene, some tyme bayle of this towne, Margaret, and Margaret, his wyves—which Thomas dyed the 8th day of July, 1535. The which Thomas hath wylled a prest to syng in this church for the space of 20 years, for hym, his wyves, his children, and all men’s soules. And, moreover, he hath wylled an obyte, to be kept the 8th day of July, for the term of twenty years, for the soules aforesaid, and, at every tyme of the said obyte, bestowed 20s. of good lawful money of England.”
On the south wall are the following lines, ih memory of Anne, wife of William Napper, who died in 1584:—
In token of whose vertuous lyfe, And constant sacred love, And that her memory should remaine, And never hence remove, Her husband, in his tyme of lyfe, This monument did leave his wyfe.
This disease you ne’er heard tell on,— I died of eating too much mellon; Be careful, then, all you that feed—I Suffered because I was too greedy.
Here lies the body of Mary Ellis, daughter of Thomas Ellis, and Lydia, his wife, of this parish. She was a virgin of virtuous character, and most promising hopes. She died on the 3rd of June, 1609, aged _one hundred and nineteen_.