Death. Shakspeare.

THAT life is better Life, past fearing Death,
Than that which lives to fear.

Death. Southey.

DEATH! to the happy thou art terrible,

But how the wretched love to think of thee!
O thou true comforter, the friend of all
Who have no friend beside.

Death. Young.
EARLY, bright, transient,
Chaste as morning dew,
She sparkled, was exhaled,
And went to Heaven.

Death.-Dryden.

I FEEL Death rising higher still and higher
Within my bosom; every breath I fetch
Shuts up my life within a shorter compass:
And, like the vanishing sound of bells, grows less
And less each pulse, till it be lost in air.

Death.-Byron.

DEATH, so called, is a thing that makes men weep, And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep.

Death.-Blair.

HOW shocking must thy summons be, O Death!
To him that is at ease in his possessions;
Who, counting on long years of pleasure here,
Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come!
In that dread moment, how the frantic soul
Raves round the walls of her clay tenement,
Runs to each avenue, and shrieks for help,
But shrieks in vain!

Death. Young.

DEATH is the crown of life:

Were Death denied, poor men would live in vain ;
Were Death denied, to live would not be life;
Were Death denied, even fools would wish to die.

Death. Byron.

CAN this be Death? there's bloom upon her cheek ;
But now I see it is no living hue,

But a strange hectic-like the unnatural red
Which Autumn plants upon the perish'd leaf.
It is the same! Oh, God! that I should dread
To look upon the same.

Death. Young.

WHY start at Death? Where is he? Death arrived,
Is past; not come, or gone, he's never here.
Ere hope, sensation fails; black-boding man
Receives, not suffers, Death's tremendous blow.
The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave;
The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm;
These are the bugbears of a winter's eve,
The terrors of the living, not the dead.
Imagination's fool, and error's wretch,

Man makes a Death which Nature never made;
Then on the point of his own fancy falls;
And feels a thousand Deaths in fearing one.
Death. Young.

FACH friend by Fate snatch'd from us, is a plume
Pluckt from the wing of human vanity,
Which makes us stoop from our aërial heights,
And, dampt with omen of our own disease,
On drooping pinions of ambition lower'd,
Just skim earth's surface, ere we break it up,
O'er putrid earth to scratch a little dust,
And save the world a nuisance.

Death. — Mrs. Tighe.

THOU most terrible, most dreaded Power, In whatsoever form thou meetest the eye! Whether thou biddest thy sudden arrow fly In the dread silence of the midnight hour; Or whether, hovering o'er the lingering wretch, Thy sad cold javelin hangs suspended long, While round the couch the weeping Kindred throng, With Hope and Fear alternately on stretch; Oh say, for me what horrors are prepared? Am I now doom'd to meet thy fatal arm? Or wilt thou first from life steal every charm, And bear away each good my soul would guard? That thus, deprived of all it loved, my heart From life itself contentedly may part.

Death. Campbell.

SOON may this fluttering spark of vital flame
Forsake its languid melancholy frame!
Soon may these eyes their trembling lustre close,
Welcome the dreamless night of long Repose!
Soon may this wo-worn spirit seek the bourn
Where, lull'd to slumber, Grief forgets to mourn!

Death- Byron.

A SLEEP without dreams, after a rough day
Of toil, is what we covet most; and yet

How clay shrinks back from more quiescent clay.
Death. - Byron.

"WHOM the gods love die young" was said of yore,
And many Deaths do they escape by this:

The Death of Friends, and that which slays even more,
The Death of Friendship, Love, Youth, all that is,
Except mere breath; and since the silent Shore

Awaits at last even those whom longest miss
The old Archer's shafts, perhaps the early Grave
Which men weep over may be meant to save.

Death.-Johnson.

IN Life's last Scene what prodigies surprise,
Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise?
From Marlb'rough's eyes the streams of dotage flow,
And Swift expires a driv'ler and a show.

Death. Dryden.

OH! that I less could fear to lose this being!
Which, like a snow-ball in my coward hand,
The more 'tis grasp'd, the faster melts away.
Death. Webster.

ONE may live as a conqueror, a king, or a magistrate; but he must die as a man. The bed of death brings every human being to his pure individuality; to the intense contemplation of that deepest and most solemn of all relations, the relation between the creature and his Creator. Here it is that fame and renown cannot assist us; that all external things must fail to aid us; that even friends, affection, and human love and devotedness, cannot

succour us.

Death in the Country.-Paulding.

THERE is to my mind and to my early recollections, something exquisitely touching in the tolling of a church-bell amid the silence of the country. It communicates for miles around the message of mortality. The ploughman stops his horse to listen to the solemn tidings; the housewife remits her domestic occupations, and sits with the needle idle in her fingers, to ponder who it is that is going to the long home; and even the little, thoughtless children, playing and laughing their way from school, are arrested for a moment in their evening gambols by these sounds of melancholy import, and cover their heads when they go to rest.

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Death of Tyrants.-Fisher Ames.

IT is not by destroying tyrants that we are to extinguish tyranny; nature is not thus to be exhausted of her power to produce them. The soil of a republic sprouts with the rankest fertility; it has been sown with dragon's teeth. To lessen the hopes of usurping demagogues, we must enlighten, animate, and combine the spirit of freemen; we must fortify and guard the constitutional ramparts about liberty. When its friends become indolent or disheartened, it is no longer of any importance how long-lived are its enemies: they will prove immortal.

Death.-Bryant.

SO live, that, when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, that moves

To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,

Scourged to his dungeon; but sustain'd and sooth'd
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one that draws the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Debt.- Franklin.

CREDITORS have better memories than Debtors; and Creditors are a superstitious sect, great observers of set days and times. Debt. Sir M. Hale.

RUN not into Debt, either for wares sold, or money borrowed; be content to want things that are not of absolute necessity, rather than to run up the score.

Debt. Chesterfield.

A MAN who owes a little can clear it off in a very little time, and, if he is a prudent man, he will whereas a man, who, by long negligence, owes a great deal, despairs of ever being able to pay, and therefore never looks into his accounts at all.

Debt. — Franklin.

THINK-think what you do when you run in debt; you give to another power over your liberty. If you cannot pay at the time, you will be ashamed to see your creditor; you will be in fear when you speak to him; you will make poor, pitiful, sneaking excuses, and by degrees come to lose your veracity, and sink into base, downright lying; for the second vice is lying, the first is running in debt, as Poor Richard says; and again, to the same purpose, Lying rides upon Debt's back; whereas a freeborn Englishman ought not to be ashamed nor afraid to see or speak to any man living. But poverty often deprives a man of all spirit and virtue. It is hard for an empty bag to stand upright.

Debt.- Franklin.

WHAT would you think of that prince, or of that government, who should issue an edict forbidding you to dress like a gentleman or gentlewoman, on pain of imprisonment or servitude? Would you not say that you were free, have a right to dress as you please, and that such an edict would be a breach of your privileges, and such a government tyrannical? And yet you are about to put yourself under such tyranny, when you run in debt for such dress! Your creditor has authority, at his pleasure, to deprive you of your liberty, by confining you in jail till you shall be able to pay him. When you have got your bargain, you may, perhaps, think little of payment, but as Poor Richard says, Creditors have better memories than debtors; creditors are a superstitious sect, great observers of set days and times. The day comes round before you are aware, and the demand is made before you are prepared to satisfy it; or, if you bear your debt in mind, the term, which at first seemed so long, will, as it lessens, appear extremely short. Time will seem to have added wings to his heels as well as his shoulders. Those have a short Lent who owe money to be paid at Easter.

Debts.-Fuller.

LOSE not thy own for want of asking for it; 'twill get thee no

thanks.

Deceit. Shakspeare.

Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to see:
She has deceived her Father, and may thee.
Defence. — Shakspeare.

IN causes of Defence, 'tis best to weigh
The enemy more mighty than he seems;
So the proportions of Defence are fill'd;
Which of a weak and niggardly projection
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with scanting
A little cloth.

DEFERENCE is the most complicate, the most indirect, and the most elegant of all Compliments.

Deference. — Shenstone.

DEFERENCE often shrinks and withers as much upon the approach of Intimacy, as the sensitive plant does upon the touch of one's finger.

The Deity. - Milton.

AND thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer,

Before all temples, the upright heart and pure,
Instruct me, for thou know'st.