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• The magic of a face. -- Thomas Carew (1589-1639) -- Epitaph on the Lady S
• Untimely grave. -- Tate and Brady -- Psalm vii
• Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer Love that run away.
  -- Thomas Carew (1589-1639) -- Conquest of Fligh...
• He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires,-- As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.
  -- Thomas Carew (1589-1639) -- Disdain Returned...
• Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the grave.
  -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Dedication to Urn-Burial, Chap. v...
• Love is the salt of life; a higher taste It gives to pleasure, and then makes it last.
  -- Buckingham...
• Sleep is a death; oh, make me try By sleeping what it is to die, And as gently lay my head On my grave as now my bed!
  -- Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682) -- Religio Medici, Part ii, Sect. xii...
• The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour.
  The paths of glory lead but to the grave....
• The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave!
  Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!...