After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, 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. 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. Richard 11. Act IV. Sc. 1. 9. And we shall feed like oxen at a stall, Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, No reckoning made, but sent to my account S. Canto III. St. 16. Come grin on me, and I will think thou smil'st. w. Canto III. St. 12. SCOTT--Guy Mannering. Ch. XXVII. | 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. Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 3. x. y. Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy In that sleep of death what dreams may come breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. a. Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you, The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death. b. Romeo and Juliet. Act V, Sc. 3, Golden lads and girls all must, C. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2, Song. Go thou, and fill another room in hell, That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers thus my person.---Exton, thy fierce hand 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. Se. 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. 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. 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. 2. 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 11. Act III. Sc. 2. O proud death! What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so many princes, at a shoot, So bloodily hast struck? U. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 2. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death. y. Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. 2. Tempest. Act I. Sc. 1. 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, 3. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. w. SOUTHEY-Joan of Arc. Bk. I. Line 326. Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, Death has made Pt. LXXIII. God's finger touched him and he slept. TENNYSON---In Memoriam. 2. 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. All is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes. y. Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 5. All that glisters is not gold. 2. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 7. An evil soul, producing holy witness, bb. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 4. Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile With sorrow snares 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. cc. Sc. 2. |