“Christ, seven years of college, down the drain.”
“I am the owner of the sphere,Of the seven stars and the solar year,of Caesar's hand, and Plato's brain,Of Lord Christ's heart, and Shakespeare's strain.”
“Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.”
“Beckon The Sea,I'll Come To The....Shed Seven Tears, Perchance Seven Years....”
“Not even seven thousands years of joy can justify seven days of repression.”
“Fourscore and seven years ago...”