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• Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, And every grin so merry draws one out.
  -- John Wolcot (1738-1819) -- Expostulatory Odes, Ode xv...
• No, let the monarch's bags and others hold The flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.
  -- John Wolcot (1738-1819) -- To Kien Long, Ode iv...
• Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand.
  -- John Gay (1688-1732) -- Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susa...
• Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line 61...
• And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Imitation of Horace, Book iii, Ode 29, Line 87...
• Vain was the chief's the sage's pride! They had no poet, and they died.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace, Odes, Book iv, Ode 9...
• The liberty of the press is most generally approved when it takes liberties with the other fellow, and leaves us alone.
  -- Edgar Watson Howe, _Country Town Sayings_(1911)...
• And the bed smelled like a fish market. "The catch of the day," he cried.
• Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Imitation of Horace, Book iii, Ode 29, Line 71...