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You shall not pile, with servile toil,
Your monuments upon my breast,
Nor yet within the common read more
You shall not pile, with servile toil,
Your monuments upon my breast,
Nor yet within the common soil
Lay down the wreck of power to rest,
Where man can boast that he has trod
On him that was "the scourge of God."
He is covered by the heavens who has no sepulchral urn.
[Lat., Coelo tegitur qui non habet urnam.]
He is covered by the heavens who has no sepulchral urn.
[Lat., Coelo tegitur qui non habet urnam.]
The need has gone; the memorial thereof remains.
[Lat., Factum abiit; monumenta manent.]
The need has gone; the memorial thereof remains.
[Lat., Factum abiit; monumenta manent.]
Gold once out of the earth is no more due unto it; what was
unreasonably committed to the ground, read more
Gold once out of the earth is no more due unto it; what was
unreasonably committed to the ground, is reasonably resumed from
it; let monuments and rich fabricks, not riches, adorn men's
ashes.
Tombs are the clothes of the dead. A grave is but a plain suit,
and a rich monument is read more
Tombs are the clothes of the dead. A grave is but a plain suit,
and a rich monument is one embroidered.
To extend our memories by monuments, whose death we daily pray
for, and whose duration we cannot hope, without read more
To extend our memories by monuments, whose death we daily pray
for, and whose duration we cannot hope, without injury to our
expectations in the advent of the last day, were a contradiction
to our belief.
Marble statues, engraved with public inscriptions, by which the
life and soul return after death to noble leaders.
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Marble statues, engraved with public inscriptions, by which the
life and soul return after death to noble leaders.
[Lat., Incisa notis marmora publicis,
Per quae spiritus et vita redit bonis
Post mortem ducibus.]
The tap'ring pyramid, the Egyptian's pride,
And wonder of the world, whose spiky top
Has wounded the read more
The tap'ring pyramid, the Egyptian's pride,
And wonder of the world, whose spiky top
Has wounded the thick cloud.