I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): Locksley Hall. Line 178.

What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,—

The labour of an age in piled stones?

Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid

Under a star-y-pointing pyramid?

Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,

What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?

John Milton (1608-1674): Epitaph on Shakespeare.

Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Traveller. Line 50.

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak

With most miraculous organ.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

'T is the curse of service,

Preferment goes by letter and affection,

And not by old gradation, where each second

Stood heir to the first.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Othello. Act i. Sc. 1.

Atossa, cursed with every granted prayer,

Childless with all her children, wants an heir;

To heirs unknown descends the unguarded store,

Or wanders heaven-directed to the poor.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 147.