A garland of quotations LXIII

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A person wept the livelong night beside a sick man’s bed :
When it dawned the sick was well, and the mourner, he was dead.
•Sâdi, The Rose Garden (1258).

Put bunches of roses all over my coffin,
Roses to deaden the clods as they fall.
•“The Streets of Laredo” (trad.).

This is the desert, this the solitude:
How populous, how vital, is the grave!
•Young, Night Thoughts (1742).

At afternoon funerals wear a frock coat and top hat. Should the funeral be your own, the hat may be...