I found this on a tombstone when I was visiting Hamilton, Ontario.
“Come near my friends and cast an eye,
Then go your way, prepare to die.
Learn here your doom, and know you must
One day like me be turned to dust.”
"In my heart they drove a pen,
An act of iteration
To reach a desired end.
Pulling that pen from my chest,
I wrote with that weapon,
A story that will never rest." ~ Grace R. Pringle