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• How lov'd, how honour'd once avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom bego
  A heap of dust alone remains of thee: 'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be!...
• A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
  -- John Dyer (1700-1758) -- Grongar Hill, Line 88...
• Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes. John Donne
• Mighty proud I am that I am able to have a spare bed for my friends. -- Samuel Pepy
• We understood Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought That one might almost say her body thought.
  -- Dr. John Donne (1573-1631) -- Funeral Elegies, On the Death of Mistress Drury...
• Little Fly, Thy summer's play If thought is life My thoughtless hand And strength & breath, Has brush'd away.
  And the want Of thought is death, Am not I A fly like thee?...
• Angels and ministers of grace, defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd
  Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee...
• This is thy hour, O Soul; Thy free flight into the wordless Away from books, from art.
  The day erased; the lesson done. Thee fully forth emerging, Silent, gazing....
• No man is an Island, entire of it self; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the mai
  if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were...