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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The World's a Printing-House, our words, our thoughts, Our deeds, are characters of several sizes. Each Soul is a Compos'tor, of whose faults The Levites are Correctors; Heaven Revises. Death is the common Press, from whence being driven, We're gather'd, Sheet by Sheet, and bound for Heaven. Quarles—Divine Fancies. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Capen) She was—but room forbids to tell thee what— Sum all perfection up, and she was—that. Quarles—Epitaph on Lady Luchyn. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 233 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Warm summer sun, shine friendly here; Warm western wind, blow kindly here; Green sod above, rest light, rest light— Good-night, Annette! Sweetheart, good-night. Robert Richardson, in his collection, Willow and Wattle. P. 35. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 233 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Warm summer sun shine kindly here; Warm southern wind blow softly here; Green sod above Me light, he light— Good night, dear heart, good night, good night. Richardson's lines on the tombstone of Susie Clemens as altered by Mark Twain (S. L. Clemens). | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 233 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Quod expendi habui Quod donavi habeo Quod servavi perdidi. That I spent that I had That I gave that I have That I left that I lost. Epitaph under an effigy of a priest. T. F. Ravenshaw's Antiente Epitaphes. P. 5. Weever's Funeral Monuments. Ed. 1631. P. 581. PecnGKEw's Chronicles of the Tombs. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Gesta Romanorum}}) | topic = | page = }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Ecce quod expendi habui, quod donavi habeo, quod negavi punior, quod servavi perdidi. On Tomb of John Killungworth. (1412) In Pitson Church, Bucks, England. Lo, all that ever I spent, that sometime had I; All that I gave in good intent, that now have I; That I never gave, nor lent, that now aby I; That I kept till I went, that lost I. Trans, of the Latin on the brasses of a priest at St. Albans, and on a brass as late as 1584 at St. Olave's, Hart Street, London. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 233 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = It that I gife, I haif, It that I len, I craif , It that I spend, is myue, It that I leif, I tyne. On very old stone in Scotland. Hackett's Epitaphs. Vol. I. P. 32. (Ed. 1737)