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• Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight 's past.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- A Canadian Boat-Song...
• What are husbands for, but to keep our mistresses? -- George Moore
• Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Those evening Bell...
• When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Song, From Juvenile Poem...
• To Greece we give our shining blades.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Evenings in Greece, First Evening...
• And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Oh breathe not his Name...
• And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time.
  -- Andrew Marvell (1620-1678) -- Bermuda...
• Reality is a moving target, and our job is to keep it moving.
• What say you, Blackadder, I sing a song to keep our spirits up?
  That depends whether you want the slop-bucket over your head or not....