0.

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MILTON-Paradise Lost.

Bk. II. Line 704.

That golden key

That opes the palace of eternity.
MILTON Comus. Line 13.
There's nothing terrible in death;
'Tis but to cast our robes away,
And sleep at night without a breath
To break repose till dawn of day.
p.
MONTGOMERY-In Memory of E. G.

How short is human life! the very breath, Which frames my words, accelerates my death.

1. HANNAH MORE-King Hezekiah. Since, howe'er protracted, death will come, Why fondly study, with ingenious pains, To put it off? To breathe a little longer Is to defer our fate, but not to shun it. HANNAH MORE - David and Goliath.

7.

Bk. II.

y.

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Unfortunate Lady. Line 73.

After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,

Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further.

N. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2.

'A made a finer end and went away, an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' th' tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with the flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So a cried out— God, God, God! three or four times; now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet.

0. Henry V. Act II. Sc. 3.

A man can die but once;-we owe God a death.

Canto III. St. 16.

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Come grin on me, and I will think thou smil'st.

20.

Canto III. St. 12.

King John. Act III. Sc. 4.

Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Romeo and Juliet.

Act IV. Sc. 5. Death! my lord

Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too.

SCOTT-Guy Mannering. Ch. XXVII.

y.

Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 3.

Richard II. Act V. Sc. 5.

Have I not hideous death within my view, Retaining but a quantity of life

Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax Resolveth from its figure 'gainst the fire? e, King John. Act V. Sc. 4.

He dies, and makes no sign.

j. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 3.

He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to Heaven, and slept in peace.

g.

Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2.

Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. h. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2.

He that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death. i. Julius Caesar. Act III. Sc. 1.

He that dies, pays all debts.

j. Tempest. Act III. Sc. 2.

How oft, when men are at the point of death, Have they been merry! which their keepers call

A lightning before death.

k. Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3.
I do not set my life at a pin's fee;
And, for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal?

1.

Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 4.

If I must die,

I will encounter darkness as a bride,

And hug it in mine arms,

M. Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1.

Let's choose executors, and talk of wills:
And yet not so,-for what can we bequeath,
Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
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Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2.

My sick heart shows,
That I must yield my body to the earth,
And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
Whose arms gave shelter to the princely
eagle;

Under whose shade the ramping lion slept; Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree,

And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.

q. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 2. Nothing can we call our own but death; And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2.

r.

To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence roundabout

The pendent world; or to be worse than worst

Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howlings!-'tis too horrible!

C.

Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1.
To die, to sleep,

No more; and, by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural
shocks

That flesh is heir to,-'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.

d. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1.

We cannot hold mortalitie's strong hand. e. King John. Act IV. Sc. 2.

We must die, Messala:

With meditating that she must die once,
I have the patience to endure it now.
Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3.

f.

To our graves we walk In the thick footprints of departed men. ALEX. SMITH-Horton. Line 570.

U.

Death! to the happy thou art terrible;
But thou the wretched love to think of thee,
O thou true comforter! the friend of all
Who have no friend beside!

Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few,
And soon the grassy coverlet of God
Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.
BAYARD TAYLOR-The Picture of St.
John. Bk. III. St. 84.

w.

He that would die well must always look for death, every day knocking at the gates of the grave; and then the grave shall never prevail against him to do him mischief. x. JEREMY TAYLOR-Holy Dying. Ch. II. Pt. I.

Death has made His darkness beautiful with thee. TENNYSON-In Memoriam.

y.

Pt. LXXIII. God's finger touched him and he slept. TENNYSON- In Memoriam.

Z.

Pt. LXXXIV. The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be alone,

To live forgotten, and love forlorn.

aa. TENNYSON-Mariana in the South. Last verse.

If I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not weep for thee;

But I forgot, when by thy side,

That thou couldst mortal be;
It never through my mind had pass'd,
That time would e'er be o'er-
When I on thee should look my last,
And thou shouldst smile no more.
i. WOLFE-The Death of Mary.

Her first deceased; she for a little tried
To live without him, liked it not, and died.
j. WOTTON-On the Death of Sir Albert
Morton's Wife.

A death-bed's a detector of heart.
k. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night II.
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