If we work upon marble it will perish. If we work upon brass
time will efface it. If we rear temples they will crumble to
dust. But if we work upon men's immortal minds, if we imbue them
with high principles, with the just fear of God and love of their
fellow men, we engrave on those tablets something which no time
can efface, and which will brighten and brighten to all eternity.
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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.
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.
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.]
Their monument sticks like a fishbone
in the city's throat.
Their monument sticks like a fishbone
in the city's throat.
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!
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.]
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.
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.
Thou, in our wonder and astonishment
Hast built thyself a life-long monument.
Thou, in our wonder and astonishment
Hast built thyself a life-long monument.
