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			 Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.--
 This grave shall have a living monument.
  An hour read more 
	 Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.--
 This grave shall have a living monument.
  An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
   Till then in patience our proceeding be. 
		
 
	
			 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.] 
		
 
	
			 He made him a hut, wherein he did put
 The carcass of Robinson Crusoe.
  O poor Robinson read more 
	 He made him a hut, wherein he did put
 The carcass of Robinson Crusoe.
  O poor Robinson Crusoe! 
		
 
	
			 Their monument sticks like a fishbone
 in the city's throat.  
	 Their monument sticks like a fishbone
 in the city's throat. 
		
 
	
			 For men use, if they have an evil tourne, to write it in marble; 
and whoso doth us a read more 
	 For men use, if they have an evil tourne, to write it in marble; 
and whoso doth us a good tourne we will write it in duste. 
		
 
	
			 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.] 
		
 
	
			 Soldiers, forty centuries are looking down upon you from these 
pyramids.
 [Fr., Soldats, du haut ces Pyramide quarante read more 
	 Soldiers, forty centuries are looking down upon you from these 
pyramids.
 [Fr., Soldats, du haut ces Pyramide quarante siecles vous 
contemplent.] 
		
 
	
			 Where London's column, pointing at the skies,
 Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.  
	 Where London's column, pointing at the skies,
 Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies. 
		
 
	
			 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."