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• Of joys departed, Not to return, how painful the remembrance!
  -- Robert Blair (1699-1747) -- The Grave, Part i, Line 109...
• The cup goes round: And who so artful as to put it by!
  'T is long since Death had the majority....
• Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh leave the light of Hope behind!
  What though my winged hours of bliss have been Like angel visits, few and far between....
• The Grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou 'rt named
  Nature, appall'd, Shakes off her wonted firmness....
• Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Sweetener of life!
  and solder of society! -- Robert Blair (1699-1747) -- The Grave, Part i, Line 88...
• The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.
  -- Robert Blair (1699-1747) -- The Grave, Part i, Line 58...
• How fading are the joys we dote upon! Like apparitions seen and gone.
  But those which soonest take their flight Are the most exquisite and strong,-- Like angels' visits, short and brigh...
• If God could make angels, why did he bother with men? -- Dagobert D. Runes (1902-1982)
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