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Satire does not look pretty upon a tombstone.

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Charles Lamb
Age: 59 †
Born: 1775
Born: February 10
Died: 1834
Died: December 27
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Writer
London
England
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Tombstone
Satire

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For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.
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Gone before To that unknown and silent shore.
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Separate from the pleasure of your company, I don't much care if I never see another mountain in my life.
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Philanthropy, like charity, must begin at home.
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She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.
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I have sat through an Italian opera, til, for sheer pain, and inexplicable anguish, I have rushed out into the noisiest places of the crowded street, to solace myself with sounds which I was not obliged to follow and get rid of the distracting torment of endless, fruitless, barren attention!
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How I like to be liked, and what I do to be liked!
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Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.
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Tis unpleasant to meet a beggar. It is painful to deny him and, if you relieve him, it is so much out of your pocket.
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Opinions is a species of property - I am always desirous of sharing.
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Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.
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Milton almost requires a solemn service of music to be played before you enter upon him. But he brings his music, to which who listen had need bring docile thoughts and purged ears.
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Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.
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Can we ring the bells backward? Can we unlearn the arts that pretend to civilize, and then burn the world? There is a march of science but who shall beat the drums for its retreat?
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No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.
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There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.
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The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion.
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