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• Still an angel appear to each lover beside, But still be a woman to you.
  -- Thomas Parnell (1679-1717) -- When thy Beauty appea...
• The breezy call of incense-breathing morn.
  -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 5...
• 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 rights you have are the rights given you by this Committee [the House Un-American Activities Committee].
  We will determine what rights you have and what rights you have not got." -- J. Parnell Thoma...
• The rights you have are the rights given you by this Committee [the House Un-American Activities Committee].
  We will determine what rights you have and what rights you have not got. -- J. Parnell Thoma...
• Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes all the way to the bone.
• Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray
  Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way....