As the nation bids farewell forever to another good that we had in common, I surprise myself by thinking that at least we have some people still who can voice such sentiments, and use such words, as would have been used on such a sad occasion back in centuries that were alive, too, the late poet's imagination.
One the other hand, the egregious Mr Gove. When he was Education Secretary, every state school received, unasked for, a copy of the King James Bible at his behest. Until yesterday, I was unaware of how he'd had the spine of the book decorated with this gilded self-reference:
(The cost! "Vanity of vanities,saith the preacher".)