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172 DEATH

All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than the animals that know nothing.
Maeterlinck—Joyzelle. Act I.


Nascentes morimur, finiaque ab origine pendet.
We begin to die as soon as we are born,
and the end is linked to the beginning.
Manilius—Astrorwmica. IV. 16.


I want to meet my God awake.
Maria-Theresa, who refused to take a drug
when dying, according to Carlyle.


Hie rogo non furor est ne moriare mori?
This I ask, is it not madness to kill thyself
in order to escape death?

MartialEpigrams. II. 80. 2.


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When the last sea is sailed and the last shallow

charted, When the last field is reaped and the last harvest stored, When the last fire is out and the last guest departed Grant the last prayer that I shall pray, Be good to me, O Lord. Masepield—D'Avahs' Prayer. </poem>


When Life knocks at the door no one can wait,
When Death makes his arrest we have to go.
Masefteld—Widow in the Bye Street. Pt. II.


She thought our good-night kiss was given,
And like a lily her life did close; ,
Angels uncurtain'd that repose,
And the next waking dawn'd in heaven.
Gerald Massey—The Ballad of Babe Christabel.


Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.
I shall find one.

MassingerA Very Woman. Act V. Sc. 4.


He whom the gods love dies young.
Menander—Dis Exapaton. Same in Dionysius—Ars Rhetorica. Vol. V. P. 364.
Reiske's Ed.
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There's nothing certain in man's life but this:
That he must lose it.

Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)—Clytemnestra. Pt. XX.


If I should die to-night,
My friends would look upon my quiet face
Before they laid it in its resting-place,
And deem that death had left it almost fair.
Robert C. V. Meyers—// I should Die Tonight.
Sec 100 Choice Selections. No. 27. P. 172
 


Aujourd'hui si la mort n' existait pas, il
faudrait l'inventer.
Today if death did not exist, it would be
necessary to invent it.
MrLLADD—When voting for the death of
Louis XVI. Bismarck used same expression to CHEVALrER Nigra, referring to Italy.
 | seealso = (See also Voltaire under God)


DEATH

Death is delightful. Death is dawn,
The waking from a weary night
Of fevers unto truth and light.
Joaquin Miller—Even So. St. 35.


O fairest flower; no sooner blown but blasted,
Soft, silken primrose fading timelessly.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Ode on the Death of a Fair Infant
Dying of a Cough.


So spake the grisly Terror.
Mn/roN—Paradise Lost.
 | place = Bk. II. L. 704.
 I fled, and cried out Death;
Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd
From all her caves, and back resounded Death.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Paradise Lost.
 | place = Bk. II. L. 787.


Before mine eyes in opposition sits
Grim Death, my son and foe.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Paradise Lost.
 | place = Bk. II. L. 803.
is Death
Grinned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
His famine should be filled.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Paradise Lost.
 | place = Bk. II. L. 845.
w Eas'd the putting off
These troublesome disguises which we wear.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Paradise Lost.
 | place = Bk. IV. L. 739.
 Behind her Death
Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet
On his pale horse.
MrLTON—Paradise Lost.
 | place = Bk. X. L. 588.
 How gladly would I meet
Mortality my sentence, and be earth
Insensible! how glad would lay me down
As in my mother's lap!
 | author = Milton
 | work = Paradise Lost.
 | place = Bk. X. L. 775.


And over them triumphant Death his dart
Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invoked.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Paradise Lost.
 | place = Bk. XI. L. 491.


Nous sommes tous mortels, et chacun est pour
soi.
We are all mortaL and each one is for
himself.
Mouere—L'Ecole des Femmes. II. 6.
On n'a point pour la mort de dispense de Rome.
Rome can give no dispensation from death.
Molieres—L'Etourdi. II. 4.
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 | text = <poem>La mort (diet on) nous acquitte de toutes nos
obligations.
Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations.

MontaigneEssays. Bk. I. Ch. 7.


La
mort est. la recepte a touts maulx.

MontaigneEssays. Bk. II. Ch. 111.


There's nothing terrible in death;
'Tis but to cast our robes away,
And sleep at night, without a breath
To break repose till dawn of day.
Montgomery—In Memory ofE. G.