Let us love nobly, and live, and add again years and years unto years, till we attain to write threescore: this is the second of our reign.
1572-1632 British Metaphysical Poet
The secret anniversaries of the heart.
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
1819-1892 American Poet
We placed the wreaths upon the splendid granite sarcophagus, and at its feet, and felt that only the earthly robe we loved so much was there. The pure, tender, loving spirit which loved us so tenderly, is above us — loving us, praying for us, and free from all suffering and woe — yes, that is a comfort, and that first birthday in another world must have been a far brighter one than any in this poor world below!
1819-1901 Queen of Great Britain
Are there memories left that are safe from the clutches of phony anniversaries?
Wetherby, W. J.
The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.
1770-1850 British Poet