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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Qui gratus futurus est statim dum accipit de reddendo cogitet. Let the man, who would be grateful, think of repaying a kindness, even while receiving it. Seneca—DeBeneficiis. II. 25. > {{Hoyt quote | num = | text = L'ingratitude attire Ies reproches comme la reconnaissance attire de nouveaux bienfaits. Ingratitude calls forth reproaches as gratitude brings renewed kindnesses. Mme. de Sevigne—Lettres. Now the good gods forbid That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude Towards her deserved children is enroll'd In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam Should now eat up her own! Coriolanus. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 290. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Grave | page = 337 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Let but the commons hear this testament— Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read— And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 135. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Grave | page = 337 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath often left me mourning. Wordsworth—Simon Lee. GRAVE (The) And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor; but no man knoweth of his sepulcher unto this day. Dent. XXXIV. 6. By Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab, There lies a lonely grave; But no man built that sepulcher, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod And laid the dead man there. Cecil Frances Alexander—Burial of Moses.

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem. Translation of the Latin on the monument of Dean Alford. St. Martin's Churchyard, Canterbury. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Scott}}) | topic = | page = }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave! Beatoh—The Minstrel. Bk. II. St. 17. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Grave | page = 337 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Here's an acre sown indeed, With the richest royalest seed. Francis Beaumont. On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Longfellow, Taylor}}) | topic = | page = }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = One foot in the grave. | author = Beaumont and Fletcher | work = The Little French Lawyer. Act I. Sc. 1. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Erasmus) | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 15 | text = See yonder maker of the dead man's bed, The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle, Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole A gentle tear. Blaik—The Grave. L. 451. The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness. Blair—The Grave. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Grave | page = 337 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Nigh to a grave that was newly made, Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade. Park Benjamin—The Old Sexton. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Grave | page = 337 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait; O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of pearl and gold! Wm. Blake—Dedication of the Designs to Blair's "Grave." To Queen Charlotte. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Grave | page = 337 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Build me a shrine, and I could kneel To rural Gods, or prostrate fall; Did I not see, did I not feel. That one Great Spirit governs all. O Heaven, permit that I may lie Where o'er my corse green branches wave; And those who from life's tumults fly With kindred feelings press my grave. Bloomfteld—Love of the Country. St. 4. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Grave | page = 337 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years. Sir Thomas Browne—Hydriotaphia. Ch. V. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Grave | page = 337 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe. | author = Sir Thomas Browne | work = Religio Medici. | place = Pt.I. Sec. XLI. | note = | seealso = (See also {{sc|Lucanus}} under {{sc|Monuments}}) | topic = Grave | page = 337 }}