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• And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
  -- Henry Vaughan (1621-1695) -- They are all gone...
• I see them walking in an air of glory Whose light doth trample on my days,-- My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays.
  -- Henry Vaughan (1621-1695) -- They are all gone...
• For they starve the frightened little child Till it weeps both night and day
  And they scourge the weak, and flog the fool, And gibe the old and grey, And some grow mad, and all grow bad, And none a word may say....
• Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night v, Line 1011...
• But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness.
  -- Henry Vaughan (1621-1695) -- The Retrea...
• Rhett, Rhett! What shall I do? Where shall I go?" "Frankly, my dear Scarlett, I don't give a damn.
  -- Gone with the wind...
• When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.
  -- Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) (1835-1910)...
• O eloquent, just, and mightie Death! whom none could advise, thou hast perswaded
  what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised....
• Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb
  Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch Till the white-wing'd reapers come!...