11 May 2021 • 7:18am Behowlde yourselves by us And you in thyme shal be Even dust as we are now. So speaks one of the memorials in my church, St Bartholomew the Great. The little verse expresses a well-known sentiment: that however high and mighty, virtuous or viceful, we might be, we are all going the same way. Benjamin Franklin, another resident of my church (although in a more secular manner: he was apprenticed to a printer who at that time occupied our Lady Chapel), put it more pithily: “in this world, nothing is certain except death and taxes.” Memorials in churches tell of the ma...