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“Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long
But at my back in a cold blast I hear
The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

“The fire breather is beneath the clover, and beneath his breathing there is cold clay forever”
― Joanna Newsom

“Rejoice, Florence, seeing you are so great that over sea and land you flap your wings, and your name is widely known in Hell!”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy: Inferno - Purgatorio - Paradiso

“This common body, like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, to rot itself with motion”
― William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra