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La mort sans phrase.
Death without phrases.
(Denied by him.) He no doubt voted “La
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
Oh, prepare it!
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:
EDWARD ROWLAND SILL-Sleeping.
We count it death to falter, not to die.
SIMONIDES-Jacobs I. 63, 20.
First our pleasures die—and then
Ave Cæsar, morituri te salutant (or Ave Im
perator, te salutamus)
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.
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.)
(See also COLMAN, HEYWOOD)
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,
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.
TICKELL–Colin and Lucy.
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,
And you should kiss my eyelids where I lie
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. TENNYSON—Break, 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.
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.
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.
That damps my brow;
I ask thee now;
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 WALTON—Life of Donne.
Softly his fainting head he lay
Upon his Maker's breast;
And laid his flesh to rest.
(See also WESLEY) Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
How beautiful it is for a man to die
N. P. WILLIS- On the Death of a Missionary.
CHAS. WOLFE—The Burial of Sir John Moore.
18 If I had thought thou couldst have died
I might not weep for thee;
That thou couldst mortal be;
That time would e'er be o'er
And thou shouldst smile no more!
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,
"But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in Heaven!"
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,
He first deceased; she for a little tried
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?
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 WHITMAN—Night on the Prairies.
Who can take Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat.
YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 52.
The chamber where the good man meets his fate
YOUNG—Night 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.
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)
BYRON—Don Juan. Canto III. St. 86. 10.
A gilded halo hovering round decay,
BYRON—Giaour. L. 100.
He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Fuel to maintain his fires;-
THOMAS CAREW—Disdain Returned.
DEBATE (See ARGUMENT)
DEBT (See also BORROWING)
BACON-Macims of the Law. Preface.
11 I owe you one. GEORGE COLMAN, the Younger—The Poor
Gentleman. Act I. 2.
COWPER-Retirement. L. 559.
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
All that's bright must fade,
I'he brightest still the fleetest;
But to be lost when sweetest.
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
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.
Non mancano pretesti quando si vuole.
Pretexts are not wanting when one wishes to use them. GOLDONI—La 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.
DECEIT God is not averse to deceit in a holy cause.
ÆSCHYLUS-Frag. Incert. II.
Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world
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.
SIR THOMAS BROWNE-Urn-Burial. Ch. V.
Car c'est double plaisir de tromper le trompeur.
It is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver. LA FONTAINE–Fables. 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 NOUE—La 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.
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.