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• How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes bless'd!
  -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- Ode written in the year 1746...
• Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed, Belov'd till life can charm no more, And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.
  -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- Dirge in Cymbeline...
• In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong. -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- Ode to Simplicity
• Shall I, like an hermit, dwell On a rock or in a cell? -- Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618) -- Poem
• When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung.
  -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line 1...
• Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell: 'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
  -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- Oriental Eclogues, 1, Line 5...
• That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Coriolanus -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death
  Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams....
• But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard
  Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a Sabbath appear'd....