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• Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Winter, Line 393...
• But yonder comes the powerful king of day, Rejoicing in the east.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer, Line 81...
• So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death
  Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams....
• Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired. -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line 10
• In hollow murmurs died away. -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line 68
• In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong. -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- Ode to Simplicity
• Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind. -- William Collins, "Hassa
• T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.
  -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line 28...
• Here lies Irvin S. Cobb, not that it makes any difference. -- Written on grave