176 DEATH DEATH
Optanda mors est, sine metu mortis mori.
To die without fear of death is to be desired.
Seneca—Troades. DCCCLX1X.
Death's pale flag advanced in his cheeks.
Seven Champions. Pt. III. Ch. XI.
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| text = <poem>Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Cymbdine. Act IV. Sc. 2. Song. L. 262.
Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 72.
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 as itself?
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 4. 1; L. 67.
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd;
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 76.
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.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 60.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
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Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life;
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 76. ("These fardels"
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| text = <poem>We should profane the service of the dead,
To sing a requiem and such rest to her
As to peace-parted souls.
Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 259.
O proud death,
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast struck?
Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 375.
Come, let us take a muster speedily:
Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 133.
And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 14.
A man can die but once; we owe God a death.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 250.
What, is the old king dead?
As nail in door.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 126.
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 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 o' good cheer." So a' cried out—
"God, 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.
Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
Where death's approach is seen so terrible!
Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 5.
He dies, and makes no sign.
Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 28.
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.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 8.
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 27.
He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 29.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen ;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of
princes.
Julius Caesar.
Act II. Sc. 2. L. 30.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Jidius Caesar. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 33.
That we shall die we know; 'tis but the time
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
Julius Caesar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 99.
He that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Julius Caesar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 101.
