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• I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute.
  -- William Cowper (1731-1800) -- Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk...
• How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light.
  -- William Cowper (1731-1800) -- Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk...
• But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard
  Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a Sabbath appear'd....
• Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory?
  O death! where is thy sting? -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dying Christian to his Soul...
• Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.
  -- William Cowper (1731-1800) -- Table Talk, Line 260...
• I praise the Frenchman, How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!
  But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet....
• O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
  -- New Testament -- 1 Corinthians xv, 55...
• O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• Behind a frowning providence He hides a shining face.
  -- William Cowper (1731-1800) -- Light shining out of Darkne...