When Im not thankd at all, Im thankd enough, Ive done my duty, and Ive done no more. Henry FieldingThe Life and Death of Tom Thumb the Great. Act I. Sc. 3.
From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be, That no life lives forever, That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. SwinburneThe Garden of Proserpine. St. 11.