Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? >>
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the toples >>
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly >>
The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scant >>
Corpses are more fit to be thrown out than is dung. >>
We therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to a >>
All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.