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