“Ah woe is me! Winter is come and gone, But grief returns with the revolving year. Percy Bysshe Shelley
“Here lies one who meant well, tried a little, failed much:—surely that may be his epitaph of which he need not be ashamed.Robert Louis Stevenson
“One more unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair! Thomas Hood
“Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all. Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close; And let us all to meditation. William Shakespeare