“I know this little thinga myriad of men will save.Oh, death, where is thy sting,Thy victory, oh grave?”
“Drowned in a vat of whiskey... Oh Death, where is thy sting?”
“O death where is thy sting? The man is never on time...”
“I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.”
“to beThine evermore; youth mingled with thy youth,Age with thine age; in thy grave mine; above,Spirit beside thy spirit; - this the loveGod teacheth man to pray for!”
“Lips, let sour words go by and language end:What is amiss plague and infection mend!Graves only be men's works and death their gain!Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.”