Careful Words

relics (?.)

Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade,

Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid,

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): Oh breathe not his Name.

With crosses, relics, crucifixes,

Beads, pictures, rosaries, and pixes,—

The tools of working our salvation

By mere mechanic operation.

Samuel Butler (1600-1680): Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1495.

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.