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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 Grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou 'rt named
  Nature, appall'd, Shakes off her wonted firmness....
• The cup goes round: And who so artful as to put it by!
  'T is long since Death had the majority....
• Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers' end.
  -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii, Sect....
• 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....
• He laid his hand upon "the Ocean's mane," And played familiar with his hoary locks.
  -- Robert Pollok (1799-1827) -- The Course of Time, Book iv, Line 389...
• God 's in his heaven: All 's right with the world.
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Pippa Passes, Part i...
• But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 111...