b.

Richard III. Act III. Sc. 2.

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.
ƒ. 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.

9.

Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1.

Fal. What! is the old king dead? Pist. As nail in door.

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!

V. SOUTHEY-Joan of Arc. Bk. I.

w.

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. 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. Line 641.