There are few mentions of disabilities in churches but this from Pucklechurch near Bristol is amazing. This is by Thomas Cam.
Here lyeth she that could not hear, and yet
By signes and tokens would all virtues get
For when to church shee went with pious feare
She had the word although she could not heare.
Nature’s defect with art she made amends
And had the Scripture at her fingers’ ends.
Her worth was large : all language doth outvye
Beyond the compass of an elegie
Should not I honour her that lived our name.
Or marble test. But yet I were to blame