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• 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...
• When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- When Twilight Dew...
• Night is the time to weep, To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years.
  -- James Montgomery (1771-1854) -- The Issues of Life and Death...
• COONDOG MEMORY (heard in Rutledge, Missouri, about eighteen years ago) Now
  his dog is for sale, and she can not only follow a trail twice as old as the average dog can, but she's got a pretty good memory to boot....
• Most folks they like the daytime, 'cause they like to see the shining sun.
  They're up in the morning, off and a-running till they're too tired for having fun....
• Now the world has gone to bed, Darkness won't engulf my head, I can see by infrared, How I hate the night.
  Now I lay me down to sleep, Try to count electric sheep, Sweet dream wishes you can keep, How I hate the night....
• Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Fly not ye...
• Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness, feel the slippery finish.
  Caresses it, experience it. Quite smooth, isn't it?...
• There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
  A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell....