“My poor mother-in-law
Under this heavy cross you lie,
And yet, if you had three days more,
You’d be here too see me die.
So, passer-by, do not disturb her,
For if she were to come again,
We’d never stop her tongue for wagging
Her words and curses fell like rain.
I will keep quiet, please do so too,
And she’ll not wake to curse all you.”