This is the lovely epitaph of George Routledge, a watchmaker, in the graveyard of the Devon town of Lydford.
Long gone are the days of watches needing to be wound on a daily basis !
Unfortunately I was unable to find a photo of it, but here it is verbatim:-
Here lies in a horizontal position the outside
George Routledge, Watchmaker
Integrity was the mainspring and prudence
the regulator of all the actions of his life;
humane, generous and liberal,
His hand never stopped till he had relieved distress.
So nicely regulated were his movements that
he never went wrong, except when set going
by people who did not know his key.
Even then he was easily set right again.
He had the art of disposing of his time so well,
till his hours glided away, his pulse
He ran down, November 14, 1801, aged 57,
In hopes of being taken in hand by his Maker,
Thoroughly cleaned, repaired, wound up, and set going in the world to come, when
time shall be no more.