Her voice was ever soft, / Gentle, and low—an excellent thing in woman. King Lear, v. 3.
Hercules himself must yield to odds; / And 5 many strokes, though with a little axe, / Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. 3 Hen. VI., ii. 1.
Here eyes do regard you / In Eternity's stillness; / Here is all fulness, / Ye brave, to reward you. / Work and despair not. Goethe.
Here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come. St. Paul.
Here have we war for war, and blood for blood, / Controlment for controlment. King John, i. 1.
Here I and sorrows sit; / Here is my throne; bid kings come bow to it. King John, iii. 1.
Here I lay, and thus I bore my point. 1 Hen. 10 IV., ii. 4-.
Here in the body pent, / Absent from Him I roam, / Yet nightly pitch my moving tent / A day's march nearer home. J. Montgomery.
Here lies Johnny Pigeon! / What was his religion, / Wha e'er desires to ken / To some ither warl' / Maun follow the carl, / For here Johnny Pigeon had nane. Burns.
Here lies one whose name was writ in water. Keat's epitaph.