English: Mural monument to Sir Robert Cary (1610-1675) of Clovelly, Devon. All Saints Church, Clovelly. Inscription:
- "In memory of Sr Robert Cary Kt (sonne and heyre of William) Gentleman of the Privy Chamber unto King Charles the 2d who having served faithfully that glorious prince, Charles the Ist, in the long Civil Warr against his rebellious subjects, and both him and his sonne as a Justice of Peace, he dyed a batchelour in the 65 yeare of his age An. Dom. 1675. Peritura Perituris Reliqui".
("I have left behind those things destined to perish with those people destined to perish") A reference to Seneca, On Providence (L. ANNAEI SENECAE DIALOGORVM LIBER I AD LVCILIVM QVARE ALIQVA INCOMMODA BONIS VIRIS ACCIDANT, CVM PROVIDENTIA SIT DE PROVIDENTIA) V, 7[1]: Fata nos ducunt et quantum cuique temporis restat prima nascentium hora disposuit. Causa pendet ex causa, privata ac publica longus ordo rerum trahit: ideo fortiter omne patiendum est quia non, ut putamus, incidunt cuncta sed veniunt. Olim constitutum est quid gaudeas, quid fleas, et quamvis magna videatur varietate singulorum vita distingui, summa in unum venit: accipimus peritura perituri.
("we receive what is perishable and shall ourselves perish", literally: "we who are about to perish receive things about to perish"; "We accept that we, destined ourselves to perish, live amongst things also destined to perish", see works of Robert Leighton, Archbishop of Glasgow.)
Seneca's text translated as:[2] "Therefore everything should be endured with fortitude, since things do not, as we suppose, simply happen — they all come. Long ago it was determined what would make you rejoice, what would make you weep, and although the lives of individuals seem to be marked by great dissimilarity, yet is the end one — we receive what is perishable and shall ourselves perish. Why, therefore, do we chafe ? why complain ? For this were we born. Let Nature deal with matter, which is her own, as she pleases ; let us be cheerful and brave in the face of everything, reflecting that it is nothing of our own that perishes.
Above are shown the arms of Cary:
Argent, on a bend sable three roses of the field.