Grim death

Three very dark epitaphs from the First Church Cemetery, Ludlow, MA:

Her infant twain doth still remain
Lodg'd in her mouldering arms
Doth loudly call to one and all
To hear grim death's alarms.

With disentary + with worms
God did death licence give
To take away my precious soul
And say I should not live.

Our life how short a groan a sigh
We live and then begin to die
Death steals upon us while we're green
Behind us digs a grave unseen.