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

Memory is the treasure house of the mind wherein the monuments thereof are kept and preserved.

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.

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.

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.

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