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• You are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Progress of Poesy, I, 3, Line 16...
• And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, III, 3, Line 3
• To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 2, Line 14...
• Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, II, 3, Line 11...
• Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, III, 1, Line 11...
• Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 2, Line 5...
• Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life; Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er thee.
  -- Thomas Otway (1651-1685) -- Venice Preserved, Act v, Sc. 1...
• Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait!
  Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state....