They buried the hatchet, but in a shallow, well-marked grave

Nobuddy ever fergits where he buried a hatchet

Nobody ever forgets where he buried a hatchet

They are being buried as we speak, 50 of them, all in the one grave.

Do not assume that because I am frivolous I am shallow; I don't assume that because you are grave you are profound

Ay, go to the grave of buried love and meditate! There settle the account with thy conscience for every past benefit unrequited - every past endearment unregarded, of that departed being, who can never, never, never return to be soothed by thy contr