| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Tomb |
| | | Dark lattice! letting in eternal day. Young. | 1 |
| The house appointed for all living. Bible. | 2 |
| Whos a prince or beggar in the grave? Otway. | 3 |
| Hang an epitaph on her tomb. Shakespeare. | 4 |
| The most magnificent and costly dome is but an upper chamber to a tomb. Young. | 5 |
| The earth, that is natures mother, is her tomb. Shakespeare. | 6 |
| Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene. Dryden. | 7 |
| All that tread the globe are but a handful to the tribes that slumber in its bosom. Bryant. | 8 |
| Men shiver when thou art named; nature appalled shakes off her wonted firmness. Blair. | 9 |
| A tomb is a monument placed on the limits of two worlds. Bernardin de St. Pierre. | 10 |
| From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Washington Irving. | 11 |
| By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, like one that wraps the drapery of his couch about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. Bryant. | 12 |
| It buries every error, covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment. Washington Irving. | 13 |
| And so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, that kings for such a tomb would wish to die. Milton. | 14 |
| I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard than in the tomb of the Capulets. Burke. | 15 | | |
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