I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.

Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.

This is the age of oddities let loose.

What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.