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• Wait a second." --Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson Pompadour, Marquise d'Etoiles, mistress of Louis XV,1721-1764 (She used the final second to apply rouge to her cheeks.
  )...
• She was good as she was fair, None--none on earth above her!
  As pure in thought as angels are: To know her was to love her....
• Say it with flowers - give her a triffid.
• Well I looked at my watch and it said a quarter to five, The headline screamed that I was still alive, I couldn't understand it, I thought I died last night.
  I dreamed I'd been in a border town, In a little cantina that the boys had found, I was desperate to dance, just to dig the local sounds....
• Is Death that woman's mate? /Her/ lips were red, /her/ looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold
  Her skin was white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold....
• She was so ugly her mother used to babyfeed her with a slingshot.
• It was love at first sight between the handsome libertine and the appealing young prostitute.
  He swept her off her back!...
• So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Eleonora, Line 315...
• We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Death-Bed...