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.

q. 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.

PLAUTUS-Bacchid. IV. 7, 18.
Come, let the burial rite be read,
The funeral song be sung!
An anthem for the queenliest dead
That ever died so young

A dirge for her the doubly dead
In that she died so young.

x. POE-Leonore. St. 1.

A heap of dust alone remains of thee, "Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be. POPE-To the Memory of an

1. MILTON-Paradise Lost.

Bk. II.

y.

Line 845.

Unfortunate Lady. Line 73.

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

Thou art gone, and for ever!
SCOTT-Lady of the Lake. Canto III.

Soon the shroud shall lap thee fast,

That shall ne'er know waking.

St. 12.

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 outGod, 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.

And the sleep be on thee cast,

SCOTT-Guy Mannering. Ch. XXVII.

M.

Sc. 3.

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

p. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2. And there, at Venice, gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. q. Richard II. Act IV. Sc. 1.

And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
The better cherish'd still the nearer death.
7. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 2.

Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhous'd, disappointed, unanel'd;
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 5.

8.

Dar'st thou die? The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance feels a pang as great As when a giant dies.

t. Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1.

Death, a necessary end,

Will come when it will come.

u. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 2.

Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die.

v.

Henry IV. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2. Death, death! oh, amiable, lovely death,

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

20. King John. Act III. Sc. 4. Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. x. Romeo and Juliet. Act IV. Sc. 5.

Death! my lord Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too. 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.

f. 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 Cæsar. 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.

In that sleep of death what dreams may come. n. Hamlet, Act III. Sc. 1.

I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood With that sour ferryman which poets write of,

Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.

0. Richard III. Act I. Sc 4. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills: And yet not so,-for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground? p. 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.

զ. 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.

T.