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• Why should we faint and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die?
  Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own, Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh....
• Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine
  But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
• The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 208...
• You will be dead within a year.
• The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask.
  -- John Keble (1792-1866) -- Morning...
• NURSERY -- a place to park last year's fun until it grows up.
• The real measure of out wealth is how much we'd be worth if we lost all our money.
  -- John Henry Jowe...
• How many weeks are there in a light year?