“Though they washed her with wine and rubbed her with butter it was to no avail. She lay as still as a gold piece. Anne Sexton
“So we keep asking, over and over, Until a handful of earth Stops our mouths— But is that an answer? Heinrich Heine
“The iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity.Sir Thomas Browne