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• Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- On the Death of Sherida...
• Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,-- One minute of heaven is worth them all.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Paradise and the Peri...
• Love on through all ills, and love on till they die.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Light of the Harem...
• Good at a fight, but better at a play; Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- On a Cast of Sheridan's Hand...
• But the trail of the serpent is over them all.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Paradise and the Peri...
• Who track the steps of glory to the grave.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Monody on the Death of Sheridan, Line 74...
• When all of genius which can perish dies.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Monody on the Death of Sheridan, Line 22...
• I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Oft in the Stilly Nigh...
• All that 's bright must fade,-- The brightest still the fleete
  All that 's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest....