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• Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em, And oft repeating, they believe 'em.
  -- Matthew Prior (1664-1721) -- Alma, Canto iii, Line 13...
• Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,--nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Samson Agonistes, Line 1721...
• Abra was ready ere I called her name; And though I called another, Abra came.
  -- Matthew Prior (1664-1721) -- Solomon on the Vanity of the World, Book ii, Line 364...
• For hope is but the dream of those that wake.
  -- Matthew Prior (1664-1721) -- Solomon on the Vanity of the World, Book iii, Line 102...
• On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Rape of the Lock, Canto ii, Line 7...
• Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prio
  The son of Adam and of Eve: Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?...
• Hark! to the hurried question of despair: "Where is my child?
  an echo answers, "Where? -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 27...
• The ends justify the means. -- after Matthew Prio