And keeps the palace of the soul.—Waller: On Tea.
None knew thee but to love thee.—Halleck: On Drake.
To know her was to love her.—Rogers: Jacqueline.
Sullen, like lamps in sepulchres, your shine
Enlightens but yourselves.—Blair: Grave.
Dim lights of life, that burn a length of years,
Useless, unseen, as lamps in sepulchres.
Pope: Elegy on an Unfortunate Lady.