Quote#Death
O fair, false city, thou gay and gilded harlot!
Quote byMartin Farquhar Tupper · 1810–1889
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Proverbial Philosophy (1838-1849), Of Death.
English (original)
O fair, false city, thou gay and gilded harlot! Wo for thy wanton heart, wo for thy wicked hardness! Wo unto thee, that the lightsomeness of life, beneath Italian suns, Should meet the solemnity of death, in a sepulchre so foul and fearful!
— Martin Farquhar Tupper
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