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36 Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care; Time but the impression deeper makes As streams their channels deeper wear. —Burns.

I chatter, chatter, as I go To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on for ever.—Tennyson.

The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.—Shakespeare.

But gleans of brilliant satins, rent to rags and blotched with a dull red stain, and bits of torn embroidery and lace fluttering from corpses in the midnight breeze, proclaimed the side on which the dead hands had wielded steel; or perchance an iron cap with plated lappets to protect the cheeks, had rolled from a cross-shaped head; and the sad-coloured doublet below, with its angular severity of cut and fashion, betrayed a Puritan hatred of bright colours and flowing outlines.—Dr W. F. Collier.

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.—Shakespeare.

Lowland trees may lean to this side and that, although it is but a meadow breeze that bends them, or a bank of cowslips from which their trunks lean aslope; but, let storm and avalanche do their worst, and let the pine find only a ledge of vertical precipice to cling to, it will nevertheless grow straight.—John Ruskin.