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• Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.
  -- James Beattie (1735-1803) -- The Minstrel, Book i, Stanza 25...
• Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave
  And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!...
• Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free; Patient of toil, serene amidst alarm
  Inflexible in faith, invincible in arms....
• Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 1...
• I tell thee Love is Nature's second sun, Causing a spring of virtues where he shines.
  -- George Chapman (1557-1634) -- All Fools, Act i, Sc. 1...
• Don't tell me how hard you work. Tell me how much you get done. -- James J. Ling
• Ah, Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Maud, Part ii, Sect. iv, Stanza 3...
• Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing save the waves and I May hear our mutual murmurs sweep
  There, swan-like, let me sing and die....