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• Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste. -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- Thanatopsi
• The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
  -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- Thanatopsi...
• The victory of endurance born. -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- The Battle-Field
• Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, Throws its last fetters off
  and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained strength, Or curb his swiftness in the forward race?...
• Didn't I buy a 1951 Packard from you last March in Cairo? -- Zippy the Pinhead
• Didn't I buy a 1951 Packard from you last March in Cairo?" -- Zippy the Pinhead
• Beware the ides of March. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act i, Sc. 2
• Caes. The ides of March are come. Sooth. Ay, Caesa
  but not gone. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 1...