Each woman virtually summons every man to show cause why he doth not love her.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
When fades at length our lingering day,
Who cares what pompous tombstones say?
Read on the hearts that love us still,
Hic jacet Joe. Hic jacet Bill.
Who cares what pompous tombstones say?
Read on the hearts that love us still,
Hic jacet Joe. Hic jacet Bill.
Hic jacet means here lies.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Faith loves to lean on time's destroying arm,
And age, like distance, lends a double charm.
And age, like distance, lends a double charm.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall;
A mother's secret hope outlives them all.
A mother's secret hope outlives them all.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.