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• Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view?
  -- John Dyer (1700-1758) -- Grongar Hill, Line 102...
• Ambition has but one reward for all: A little power, a little transient fame, a grave to rest in, and a fading name.
  -- William Winte...
• Baby's heads have no hair, Old men's heads are just as bare
  Between the cradle and the grave, Lies a haircut and a shave....
• Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so.
  -- John Donne (1572-1631), "Death, be not proud...
• Disparting towers Trembling all precipitate down dash'd, Rattling around, loud thundering to the moon.
  -- John Dyer (1700-1758) -- The Ruins of Rome, Line 40...
• Whose little body lodg'd a mighty mind.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book v, Line 999...
• Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings.
  Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of ma...
• Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Sweetener of life!
  and solder of society! -- Robert Blair (1699-1747) -- The Grave, Part i, Line 88...
• And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act iii, Sc. 3...