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• Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Sweetener of life!
  and solder of society! -- Robert Blair (1699-1747) -- The Grave, Part i, Line 88...
• Of joys departed, Not to return, how painful the remembrance!
  -- Robert Blair (1699-1747) -- The Grave, Part i, Line 109...
• 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...
• The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to retu
  or if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between....
• The cup goes round: And who so artful as to put it by!
  'T is long since Death had the majority....
• Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 910...
• Keep the line moving. -- Written on grave
• Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 561...
• In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Spectator, No. 68...