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Thou know'st 'tis common; all that live

must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

a. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2.



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'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, When men are unprepared, and look not for

b. Richard III. Act III. Sc. 2. To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round

about The pendent world; or to be worse than

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

f. Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3. We shall profane the service of the dead, To sing sage requiem, and such rest to her, As to peace-parted souls.

g. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. Fal. What! is the old king dead ? Pist. As nail in door. h. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 3.

What's yet in this, That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we

fear, That makes these odds all even.

i. Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death

of princes. j. Julius Cæsar. Act. II. Sc. 2. Where art thou death?

k. Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2. Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth

and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must. 1. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 2.

Within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court; and there the antic

sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp. MR. Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2.

Woe, destruction, ruin, loss, decay; The worst is-death, and death will have his


Richard III. Act III. Sc. 2.

First our pleasures die--and then
Our hopes, and then our fears—and when
These are dead, the debt is due,
Dust claims dust-and we die too.

SHELLEY --Death.
How wonderful is death, death and his

brother, sleep! p. SHELLEY-Queen Mab. Line 1. The lone couch of his everlasting sleep. 9.

SHELLEY-Alastor. Line 57. All buildings are but monuments of death, All clothes but winding-sheets for our last

All dainty fattings for the worms beneath,
All curious music, but our passing bell:

Thus death is nobly waited on, for why?
All that we have is but death's livery.

SHIRLEY -- The Passing Bell.
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against fate,
Death lays his icy hands on kings.

Sceptre and crown

Must tumble down,
And, in the dust, be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
SHIRLEY— Contention of Ajax and

Ulysses. Sc. 3. We count it death to falter, not to die. t. SIMONIDES--Jacobs I, 63, 20,

To our graves we walk
In the thick footprints of departed men.

ALEX. SMITH - Horton. Line 570.
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!
SOUTHEY-Joan of Arc. Bk. I.

Line 326. 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. 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. JEREMY TAYLOR - Holy Dying. Ch. II.

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

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

Pt. LXXXIV. The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn. TENNYSON-Mariana in the South.

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There taught us how to live; and (oh! too

high The prices for knowledge) taught us how to

die. d. TICKELL— On the Death of Addison.

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Death is the crown of life; Were death denyed, poor man would live in

vain: Were death denyed, to live would not be life: Were death denyed, ev'n fools would wish to

die. 1. Young-Night Thoughts. Night III.

Line 523. Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. Young- Night Thoughts. Night V.

Line 1011.
Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ?
Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace

was slain!
Young- Night Thoughts. Night I.

Line 212 Man makes a death which nature never made. Young-- Night Thoughts. Night IV.

Line 15. Men drop so fast, ’ere life's mid-stage we tread, Few know so many friends alive, as dead.

p. YOUNG-- Home of Fame. Line 97. The chamber where the good man meets his

fate, Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. 9. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night II.

Line 633. The knell, the shroud, the mattock and the

grave, The deep damp vault, the darkness and the

YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night IV.

Line 10.

Who can take Death's portrait true? The tyrant never sat. Young- Night Thoughts. Night VI.

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For I know that Death is a guest divine,
Who shall drink my blood as I drink this

And He cares for nothing! a king is He!
Come on old fellow, and drink with me.
With you I will drink to the solemn Past,
Though the cup that I drain should be my

last. g. WILLIAM WINTER— Orgia. The Song

of a Ruined Man.

He lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. h. WOLFE- Monody on the Death of Sir

John Moore.


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.

A gilded halo hovering round decay.

t. BYRON- Giaour. Line 100. Great families of yesterday we show, And lords whose parents were, the Lord

knows who.
DEFOE— True-born Englishman. Pt. I.

Line 1. Ill fares the land, to bastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; Princes and Lords may flourish, or may

fadeA breath can make them, as a breath has

madeBut a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd can never be supplied.

GOLDSMITH - Deserted Village. Line 51. History fades into fable; fact becomes clouded with doubt aud controversy; the inscription moulders from the tablet: the statue falls from the pedestal. Columns, arches, pyramids, what are they but heaps of sand; and their epitaphs, but characters written in the dust? IRVING-- The Sketch Book. Westminster



Her first deceased; she for a little tried To live without him, liked it not, and died. j. WOTTUN— 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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There seems to be a constant decay of all our ideas; even of those which are struck deepest, and in minds the most retentive, so that if they be not sometimes renewed by repeated exercises of the senses, or reflection on those kinds of objects which at first occasioned them, the print wears out, and at last there remains nothing to be seen. LOCKE-Human Understanding.

Bl. II. Ch. I. Lips must fade and roses wither.

b. LOWELL-The Token.
All that's bright must fade,
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made
But to be lost when sweetest

MOORE- National Airs.

In the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells. d. Troo Gentlemen of Verona, Act I.

Sc. 1. The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he; His time is spent.

e. Richard II. Act II. Sc. 1.


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Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love,
But why did you kick me down stairs ?
J. P. KEMBLE - The Panel. Act. I.

Sc. 1. It is in vain to find fault with those arts of deceiving wherein men find pleasure to be deceived. 9. LOCKE- lluman Understanding.

Bk. III. Ch. II. All is not golde that outward shewith bright. LYDGATE-On the Mutibility of Human

Affairs. All is not gold that glisteneth. MIDDLETON-- A Fair Quarrel. Act V.

Sc. 1. Where more is meant than meets the ear.

t. MILTON-11 Penseroso. Line 120.
Like Dead sea fruit that tempts the eye
But turns to ashes on the lips.
MOORE- Lalla Rookh. The Fire

Worshippers Line 1018. Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd I

said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead.

Pope-- Prologue to the Satires. Line 1. 0, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive.

SCOTT - Marmion. Canto VI. St. 17.



Hateful to me, as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
Utters another.
BRYANT's Homer's Iliad. Bk. IX.

Line 386.
Quoth Hudibras, I smell a rat,
Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate.
g. BUTLER- Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto I.

Line 821. I think not I am what I appear. h. BYRON- The Bride of Abydos.

Canto I. St. 12. But al thing, which that schineth as the gold. Is naught gold, as that I have herd told. i. CHAUCER - Canterbury Tales. Prologue to the Chanounes Yemanne's

Tale. Line 409. Stamps God's own name upon a lie just made, To turn a penny in the way of trade.

). COWPER— Table Talk. Line 421. All as they say that glitters is not gold.

k. DRYDEN-- Hind and Panther.

Of all the evil spirits abroad at this hour in the world, insincerity is the most dangerous. 1. FROUDE-Short Studies on Great

Subjects. Education. Nor all that glisters gold. m.

GRAY- Ona Favourite Cat. St. 7. That for ways that are dark

And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar. nt. BRET HARTE-Plain Language from

Truthful James.


Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle

shapes, And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice.

Richard III. Act II. Sc. 2.

All is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes.

y. llenry V. Act IV. Sc. 5. All that glisters is not gold.

Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 7.
Heywood's Proverbs, 1546.
Herbert. Jacula Prudentum.

George's Eijtogs, Epitaphs, &c., 1563.
An evil soul, producing holy witness,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek;
A goodly apple rotten at the heart:
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3. A quicksand of deceit.

Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 4. Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile With sorrow spares relenting passengers; Or as the snake, roll'd in a flowering bank, With shining checker'd slough, doth sting a

child, That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent.

Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2.




And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it makes it two.

0. WATTS—Song XV.

DECISION. Decide not rashly. The decision made Can never be recalled. The gods implore not, Plead not, solicit not; they only offer Choice and occasion, which once being passed Return no more. Dost thou accept the gift? p. LONGFELLOW- Musque of Pandora. Tower of Prometheus on Mount



Here we wander in illusions; Some blessed power deliver us from hence:

Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 3. His promises were, as he then was, mighty; But his performance, as he is now, nothing.

b. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2.

Led so grossly by this meddling priest, Dreading the curse that money may buy out.

King John. Act III. Sc. i. Make the Moor thank me, love me, and re

ward me, For making him egregiously an ass. d. Othello. Act II. Sc. 1.

0, that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace !

Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 2. The instruments of darkness tell us truths; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence. f. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 3.

There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.

g. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 2. The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament ?

h. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2.


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They fool me to the top of my bent. I will

come by and by. i. Hamiet. Act III. Sc. 2.

Deeds, not words.

Progress. Act III. Sc. 1. Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.

V. GEORGE ELIOT- Adam Bede. Ch. XIX.

Thus much of this, will make Black, white; foul, fair; wrong, right; Base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. Ha, you gods! why this?

J. Timon of Athens. Act IV. Sc. 3.

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Why, I can smile, and murther whiles I

smile; And cry, content to that which grieves my

heart; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.

k. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act III. Sc. 2. With one auspicious, and one dropping eye; With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in

marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole. I.

Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2.

Things of to-day? Deeds which are harvest for Eternity!

EBENEZER ELLIOTT Hymn. Line 22. We are our own fates. Our own deeds Are our doomsmen. Man's life was made Not for men's creeds, But men's actions. OWEN MEREDITH-Lucile. Pt. II.

Canto V. St. 8.

I on the other side Us'd no ambition to commend my deeds, The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke

loud the doer. y. MILTON --Samson Agonistes. Line 246.

You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words. MILTON'S Trans. of Sophocles. Electra.

Line 624.

Yes, this is life; and everywhere we meet,
Not victor crowns, but wailings of defeat.

The Unattained.



Gold all is not that doth golden seem.
SPENSER— Faerie Queene. Bk. II.

Canto VIII. St. 14.

The deed I intend is great, But what, as yet, I know not. SANDY's Trans. of Ovid's








A deed without a name..

a. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 1. From lowest place when virtuous things pro

ceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed: Where great additions swell, and virtue

none, It is a dropsied honour; good alone Is good without a name. b. All's Well That Ends Well. Act II.

Sc. 3. Go in, and cheer the town; we'll forth, and

fight; Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at

Troilus and Cressida. Act V. Sc. 3.

He covets less
Than misery itself would give; rewards
His deeds with doing them; and is content
To spend the time, to end it.

d. Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 2.

Their tables were stor'd full, to glad the

sight, And not so much to feed on, as delight; All poverty was scorn'd, and pride so great, The name of help grew odious to repeat.

Pericies. Act I. Sc. 4. A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white

arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content,

The rivers wove their charms, – And every little daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me STODDARD— Hymn to the Beautiful.

St. 4.






I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, And will with deeds requite thy gentleness. Titus Andronicus. Act I. Sc. 2.

I never saw Such noble fury in so poor a thing; Such precious deeds in one that promis'd

nought But beggary and poor looks.

f. Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 5. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it. g.

Macbeth. Act IV. Sc.1. They look into the beauty of thy mind, And that, in guess, they measure by thy

deeds. h. Sonnet LXIX.

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DELIGHT. I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of others. i. BURKE--The Sublime and Beautiful.

Pt. I. Sec. 14. In this fool's paradise he drank delight. j. CRABBE--The Borough Payers.

Letter XII. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and pow

der, Which, as they kiss, consume.

k. Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 6. Why, all delights are vain; and that most

vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit

pain. I. Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. Sc. 1.

Man delights not me, no, nor neither, though, by your smiling, you seem to say so.

Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2.

I have Immortal longings in me.

Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. So. 2. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought: I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.

Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 4.

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Lacking my love, I go from place to place, Like a young fawn that late hath lost the

hind, And seek each where where last I saw her

face, Whose image yet I carry fresh in mind.


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