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• An untimely grave. -- Thomas Carew (1589-1639) -- On the Duke of Buckingham
• The magic of a face. -- Thomas Carew (1589-1639) -- Epitaph on the Lady S
• 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...
• Love, the quest; marriage, the conquest; divorce, the inquest. ROWLAND
• Run away!
• Art is the only way to run away without leaving home. -- Twyla Tharp
• To bear is to conquer our fate.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- On visiting a Scene in Argyleshire...
• Love, the quest; marriage, the conquest; divorce, the inquest. -- Helen Rowland
• 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...