My equal he will be again
Down in that cold oblivious gloom,
Where all the prostrate ranks of men
Crowd without fellowship, the tomb. [ J. Montgomery ]

Through age both weak in body and oblivious. [ Latimer ]

Canst thou not minster to a mind diseased;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the foul bosom of that perilous stuff,
Which weighs upon the heart? [ William Shakespeare ]

Oh! thou gentle scene
Of Sweet repose; where by the oblivious draught
Of each sad toilsome day to peace restor'd.
Unhappy mortals lose their woes awhile. [ Thomson ]

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain?
And with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart? [ William Shakespeare, Macbeth ]