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La mort sans phrase.

Death without phrases.
Sieyès, voting for the death of Louis XVI.

(Denied by him.) He no doubt voted “La
mort"; "sans phrase” being a note on the
laconic nature of his vote, i.e. without
remarks. The voting usually included ex-
planations of the decision.


Come away, come away, death,

And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath:

I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,

Oh, prepare it!
My part of death no one so true

Did share it.

Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 52. The youth that you see here I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death. Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 394. Ex

faucibus fati creptam videtis, as said by CICERO.

(See also JUVENAL)

Yet 'twill only be a sleep:
When, with songs and dewy light,
Morning blossoms out of Night,
She will open her blue eyes
'Neath the palms of Paradise,
While we foolish ones shall weep.




We count it death to falter, not to die.

SIMONIDES-Jacobs I. 63, 20.


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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. (1820)
All buildings are but monuments of death,
All clothes but winding-sheets for our last knell,
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.


Ave Cæsar, morituri te salutant (or Ave Im

perator, te salutamus)
Hail Cæsar, we who are about to die salute

you (or Hail Emperor, we salute you.) SUETONIUS-Tiberius Claudius Drusus. XXI.

13. See Note by Samuelis Pitissus, SUETONIUS—Opera. Vol. I. P. 678. (1714) The salutation of the gladiators on entering the arena. Morituri te salutant. Quoted by an American officer as he saluted the Statue of Liberty on leaving New York for his place in the Great War.




Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

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

Scepter 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. (“Birth and State” in PERCY'S RELIQUES. These lines are said to have terrified Cromwell.)


Death, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee: Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built, One shelter where our spirits fain would be Death, if thou wilt?

SWINBURNE-A Dialogue. St. 1.


For thee, O now a silent soul, my brother,

Take at my hands this garland and farewell.

Thin is the leaf, and chill the wintry smell, And chill the solemn earth, a fatal mother.

SWINBURNE-Ave Atque l'ale. St. 18.







And hands that wist not though they dug a grave, Whatever crazy sorrow saith,
Undid the hasps of gold, and drank, and gave, No life that breathes with human breath
And he drank after, a deep glad kingly draught: Has ever truly long'd for death.
And all their life changed in them, for they TENNYSON-Two Voices. St. 132.

Death; if it be death so to drink, and fare

Dead men bite not. As men who change and are what these twain THEODOTUS, when counselling the death of

POMPEY. See PLUTARCH-Life of Pompey. SWINBURNE—Tristram of Lyonesse. The Sailing of the Swallow. L. 789.

Et “Bene," discedens dicet, “placideque quies

cas; Honesta mors turpi vita potior.

Terraque securæ sit super ossa levis." An honorable death is better than a dishon And at departure he will say, "Mayest thou orable life.

rest soundly and quietly, and may the light TACITUS-Agricola. XXXIII.

turf lie easy on thy bones.” 3

TIBULLUS Carmina. II. 4. 49. Trust not your own powers till the day of your death.

I hear a voice you cannot hear, Talmud-Aboth. 2.

Which says, I must not stay;

I see a hand you cannot see, Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few,

Which beckons me away.
And soon the grassy coverlet of God

TICKELLColin and Lucy.
Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.
BAYARD TAYLOR--The Picture of St. John.

These taught us how to live; and (oh, too high Bk. III. St. 84.

The price for knowledge!) taught us how to die. 5 He that would die well must always look for

TICKELLOn the Death of Mr. Addison. L. 81.

(See also PORTEUS) death, every day knocking at the gates of the

19 grave; and then the gates of the grave shall never

I believe if I should die,
prevail upon him to do him mischief.
JEREMY TAYLOR-Holy Dying. Ch. II. Pt. I.

And you should kiss my eyelids where I lie
Cold, dead, and dumb to all the world contains,

The folded orbs would open at thy breath, But O! for the touch of a vanish'd hand,

And from its exile in the Isles of Death And the sound of a voice that is still!

Life would come gladly back along my veins. TENNYSONBreak, Break, Break.

MARY ASHLEY TOWNSEND— Love's Belief. 7 Sunset and evening star,


20 And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar

Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a

mother, and spacious and kind. May her touch When I put out to sea.

be soft like that of wool, or a young woman, and TENNYSON—Crossing the Bar.

may she protect thee from the depths of destruc8

tion. Rise above him, O Earth, do not press Twilight and evening bell,

painfully on him, give him good things, give him And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell

consolation, as a mother covers her child with

her cloth, cover thou him. When I embark. TENNYSON—Crossing the Bar.

Vedic Funeral Rite. Quoted in New York

Times on the death of "Buffalo Bill." 9 For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place Venit summa dies et ineluctabile tempus.

21 The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face

The supreme day has come and the inevit

able hour. When I have crossed the bar.

VERGIL-Æneid. II. 324. Same in LUCAN. TENNYSON–Crossing the Bar.

VII. 197. (See also HARTE) 10

22 The great world's altar-stairs

Vixi, et quem dederat cursum fortuna, peregi: That slope thro'darkness up to God.

Et nunc magna mei sub terras currit imago. TENNYSON-In Memoriam. Pt. LV.

I have lived, and I have run the course which 11 Death has made

fortune allotted me; and now my shade shall His darkness beautiful with thee.

descend illustrious to the grave.

VERGIL-Æneid. IV. 653. TENNYSON-In Memoriam. LXXIV. 12

23 God's finger touched him, and he slept.

Irreameabilis unda. TENNYSON--In Memoriam. LXXXV.

The wave from which there is no return (the 13

river Styx]. The night comes on that knows not morn,

VERGIL-Æneid. VI. 425.
When I shall cease to be all alone,
To live forgotten, and love forlorn.

Usque adeone mori miserum est? TENNYSON--Mariana in the South. Last Is it then so sad a thing to die? stanza.

VERGIL-Æneid. XII. 646.


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Decet imperatorem stantem mori.

It becomes an emperor to die standing (i.e. "in harness''). VESPASIAN. 2

C'est demain, ma belle amie, que je fais le saut perilleux.

It is today, my dear, that I take a perilous leap. Last words of VOLTAIRE, quoting the words of

King Henry to GABRIELLE D'ESTRÉES, when about to enter the Catholic Church.

(See also HOBBES) Le lâche fuit en vain; la mort vole à sa suite: C'est en la défiant que le brave l'évite.

It is vain for the coward to flee; death follows close behind; it is only by defying it that the brave escape. VOLTAIRE—Le Triumvirat. IV. 7.

Nothing can happen more beautiful than death. WALT WHITMAN-Starting from Paumanok.

No. 12.
It is not the fear of death

That damps my brow;
It is not for another breath

I ask thee now;
I could die with a lip unstirred.
N. P. WILLIS. Paraphrase of ANDRÉ's letter






But God, who is able to prevail, wrestled with him, as the angel did with Jacob, and marked him; marked him for his own.

IZAAK WALTONLife of Donne.


Softly his fainting head he lay

Upon his Maker's breast;
His Maker kiss'd his soul away,

And laid his flesh to rest.
WATTSDeath of Moses. In Lyrics.

(See also WESLEY) Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

WATTS-Funeral Thought.

How beautiful it is for a man to die
Upon the walls of Zion! to be called
Like a watch-worn and weary sentinel,
To put his armour off, and rest in heaven!

N. P. WILLIS- On the Death of a Missionary.
For I know that Death is a guest divine,
Who shall drink my blood as I drink this wine;
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.
WILLIAM WINTEROrgia. The Song of a

Ruined Man.
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him.

CHAS. WOLFEThe Burial of Sir John Moore.

18 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 passed,

That time would e'er be o'er
When I on thee should look my last,

And thou shouldst smile no more!
CHAS. WOLFE—Song. The Death of Mary.

0, sir! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.

WORDSWORTH-The Excursion. Bk. I.



The tall, the wise, the reverend head,
Must lie as low as ours.
WATTS-Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Bk. II.

Hymn 63.
I know death hath ten thousand several doors
For men to take their exits.
JOHN WEBSTER-Duchess of Malfi. Act IV.

Sc. 2.




"But they are dead; those two are dead!

Their spirits are in Heaven!"
'Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,

And said, "Nay, we are seven!"




I saw him now going the way of all flesh.

JOHN WEBSTER-Westward Ho! 2. 2. Like Moses to thyself convey, And kiss my raptur'd soul away. WESLEY-Collection Hymn. 229. Folio 221.

(See also WATTS) Joy, shipmate, joy (Pleas'd to my soul at death I cry,) Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! Joy, shipmate, joy!

WALT WHITMAN-Joy, Shipmate, Joy. (See also BRET HARTE,

TENNYSON-Crossing the

He first deceased; she for a little tried
To live without him, lik'd it not, and died.
SIR HENRY WOTTON-On the Death of Sir Al-

bert Morton's Wife. Men drop so fast, ere life's mid stage we tread, Few know so many friends alive, as dead.

YOUNG--Love of Fame. L. 97.



Insatiate archer! could not one suffice?
Thy shaft flew thrice; and thrice my peace was

slain! YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night I. L. 212.


0, I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me, as

day cannot, I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited

by death. WALT WHITMANNight on the Prairies.


Who can take Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat.

YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 52.

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The chamber where the good man meets his fate
Is privileged beyond the common walk
Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

YOUNGNight Thoughts. Night II. L. 633. A death-bed's a detector of the heart.

YOUNG—Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 641. Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there; Far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night III. L. 104.

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.

YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night III. L. 523.



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The knell, the shroud, the mattock and the grave, The deep, damp vault, the darkness, and the

YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night IV. L. 10. And feels a thousand deaths, in fearing one. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night IV. L. 17.

(See also BACON) 7 As soon as man, expert from time, has found The key of life, it opes the gates of death.

YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night IV. L 122. Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.

YOUNG—Night Thoughts. Night V. L. 600. Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. YOUNG—Night Thoughts. Night V. L. 1,011.

(See also QUARLES)

You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one?
You have the letters Cadmus gave
Think ye he meant them for a slave?

BYRON—Don Juan. Canto III. St. 86. 10.

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A gilded halo hovering round decay,

BYRON—Giaour. L. 100.



He that loves a rosy cheek,

Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek

Fuel to maintain his fires;-
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.

THOMAS CAREWDisdain Returned.




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I hold every man a debtor to his profession.

BACON-Macims of the Law. Preface.

11 I owe you one. GEORGE COLMAN, the YoungerThe Poor

Gentleman. Act I. 2.
Anticipated rents, and bills unpaid,
Force many a shining youth into the shade,
Not to redeem his time, but his estate,
And play the fool, but at the cheaper rate.

COWPER-Retirement. L. 559.
Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill?
Pay every debt as if God wrote the bill!

ÈMERSON—Suum Cuique.

A national debt, if it is not excessive, will be to us a national blessing. ALEX. HAMILTON-Letter to Robert Morris. April 30, 1781.

(See also WILKERSON) At the time we were funding our national debt, we heard much about "a public debt being a public blessing"'; that the stock representing it was a


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All that's bright must fade,

I'he brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made

But to be lost when sweetest.
MOORE—National Airs. Indian Air.

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As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 157. (Folio

and earlier editions give "same" for "sun.")

Man wird betrogen, man betrügt sich selbst.

We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves. GOETHE-Sprüche in Prosa. III.


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Non mancano pretesti quando si vuole.

Pretexts are not wanting when one wishes to use them. GOLDONILa Villeggiatura. I. 12.

17 Which I wish to remark

And my language is plain,That for ways that are dark

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

James. (Heathen Chinee.) The angel answer'd, "Nay, sad soul; go higher! To be deceived in your true heart's desire Was bitterer than a thousand years of fire!"

JOHN HAY-A Woman's Love.

19 Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another. HOMER-Iliad. Bk. IX. L. 386. BRYANT'S



TENNYSORRY- Locksley Hall. Sixty Years After.

St. 21.

DECEIT God is not averse to deceit in a holy cause.

ÆSCHYLUS-Frag. Incert. II.

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Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world
But those who slide along the grassy sod,
And sting the luckless foot that presses them?
There are who in the path of social life
Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun,
And sting the soul.

JOANNA BAILLIE-De Montfort. Act I, Sc. 2.

Vous le croyez votre dupe: s'il feint de l'être, qui est plus dupe, de lui ou de vous?

You think him to be your dupe; if he feigns to be so who is the greater dupe, he or you? LA BRUYÈRE—Les Caractéres. v.



On ne trompe point en bien; la fourberie ajoute la malice au mensonge.

We never deceive for a good purpose: knayery adds malice to falsehood. LA BRUYÈRE-Les Caractéres. XI.

What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women.




Car c'est double plaisir de tromper le trompeur.

It is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver. LA FONTAINEFables. II. 15.

If the world will be gulled, let it be gulled. BURTON--Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III.

Sec. IV. Memb. 1. Subsect. 2.



Le bruit est pour le fat, la plainte pour le sot; L'honnête homme trompé s'éloigne et ne dit mot.

The silly when deceived exclaim loudly; the fool complains; the honest man walks away and is silent. LA NOUELa Coquette Corrigée. I. 3.


Populus vult decipi; decipiatur.

The people wish to be deceived; let them be deceived. CARDINAL CARAFA, Legate of Paul IV., is said

to have used this expression in reference to the devout Parisians. Origin in DE THOU. I. XVII. See JACKSON's Works. Bk. III. Ch. XXXII. Note 9.

(See also LINCOLN) Improbi hominis est mendacio fallere.

It is the act of a bad man to deceive by falsehood. CICERO—Oratio Pro Murena. XXX.

On peut être plus fin qu'un autre, mais non pas plus fin que tous les autres.

One may outwit another, but not all the others. LA ROCHEFOUCAULD-Maxim. 394.

(See also LINCOLN)




A delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
LORD DENMAN-Ö'Connell vs. The Queen.

Clark and Finnelly Reports.

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you cannot fool all of the people all the time. Attributed to LINCOLN but denied by Spofford.

P. T. BARNUM is accepted as the author.
Said to have been quoted by Lincoln in a

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