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The tap'ring pyramid, the Egyptian's pride, And wonder of the world, whose spiky top Has wounded the thick cloud.

Gold once out of the earth is no more due unto it; what was unreasonably committed to the ground, is reasonably resumed from it; let monuments and rich fabricks, not riches, adorn men's ashes.

To extend our memories by monuments, whose death we daily pray for, and whose duration we cannot hope, without injury to our expectations in the advent of the last day, were a contradiction to our belief.

But monument themselves memorials need.

You shall not pile, with servile toil, Your monuments upon my breast, Nor yet within the common soil Lay down the wreck of power to rest, Where man can boast that he has trod On him that was "the scourge of God."

He made him a hut, wherein he did put The carcass of Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson Crusoe!

Tombs are the clothes of the dead. A grave is but a plain suit, and a rich monument is one embroidered.

I have reared a memorial more enduring than brass, and loftier than the regal structure of the pyramids, which neither the corroding shower nor the powerless north wind can destroy; no, not even unending years nor the flight of time itself. I shall not entirely die. The greater part of me shall escape oblivion.

Marble statues, engraved with public inscriptions, by which the life and soul return after death to noble leaders.

Their monument sticks like a fishbone in the city's throat.

He is covered by the heavens who has no sepulchral urn.

Thou, in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a life-long monument.

For men use, if they have an evil tourne, to write it in marble; and whoso doth us a good tourne we will write it in duste.

Towers of silence.

Soldiers, forty centuries are looking down upon you from these pyramids.

The need has gone; the memorial thereof remains.

Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.

Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.-- This grave shall have a living monument. An hour of quiet shortly shall we see; Till then in patience our proceeding be.

Let it rise! let it rise, till it meet the sum in his coming; let the earliest light of the morning gild it, and the parting day linger and play on its summit.

If we work upon marble it will perish. If we work upon brass time will efface it. If we rear temples they will crumble to dust. But if we work upon men's immortal minds, if we imbue them with high principles, with the just fear of God and love of their fellow men, we engrave on those tablets something which no time can efface, and which will brighten and brighten to all eternity.