“Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is even in the grave, And… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
If so men's memories not a monument be, None shalt thou have. Warm hearts, and not cold stone, Must mark thy grave,… — John Vance Cheney Copy Share Image
Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
