When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am the grave of it. (not reviewed by editor)
Our rash faults Make trivial price of serious things we have, Not knowing them until we know their grave: Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust: Our own love waking cries to see what's done, While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. (not reviewed by editor)
She is young, wise, fair; In these to nature she's immediate heir; And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn Which challenges itself as honour's born, And is not like the sire: honours thrive When rather from our acts we them derive Than our fore-goers: the mere word's a slave, Debauch'd on every tomb; on every grave A lying trophy; and as oft is dumb Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb Of honour'd bones indeed. (not reviewed by editor)
Samples from Other Sources
Her smile disappeared as she suddenly realized the gravity of her situation.
assumed the gravity of a judge and said...
the cold insipidity of Lady Middleton was so particularly repulsive, that in comparison of it the gravity of Colonel Brandon, and even the boisterous mirth of Sir John and his mother-in-law was interesting.
Jane Austen -- Sense and Sensibility
I have grave doubts.
Bram Stoker -- Dracula
I roused the five of you because we are all in grave danger.