THE TIRED WOMAN'S EPITAPH

Here lies a poor woman who was always tired;

She lived in a house where help was not hired.

Her last words on earth were: "Dear friends, I am going

where washing ain't done, nor sweeping, no sewing:

but everything there is exact to my wishes;

for where they don't eat there's no washing of dishes...

don't mourn for me now; don't mourn for me never -

I'm going to do nothing for ever and ever.