DEBATE
The chamber where the good man meets his fate
Is privileged beyond the common walk
Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
A death-bed's a detector of the heart.
Youkg—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
worm.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night IV. L. 10.
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And feels a thousand deaths, in fearing one.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night IV. L. 17.
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| text = <poem>As soon as man, expert from time, has found
The kev 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.
DEBATE (See Argument)
DEBT
(See also Borrowing)
I hold every man a debtor to his profession.
Bacon—Maxims of the Law. Preface.
I owe you one.
George Colman, the Younger—The 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.
Oowper—Retirement. L. 559.
Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill?
Pay every debt as if God wrote the bill!
Emerson—Suum Cuigue.
A national debt, if it is not excessive, will be to
us a national blessing.
| author = Alex. Hamilton
| work = Letter to Robert Morris.
April 30, 1781.
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DECAY
creation of active capital for the aliment of commerce, manufactures and agriculture.
Thomas Jefferson—On Public Debts. Letter
to John W. Epps. Nov. 6, 1813.
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| text = <poem>The slender debt to Nature's quickly paid,
Discharged, perchance with greater ease than
made.
Quarles—Emblems.
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Debtes et mensonges sont ordinairement ensemble rallies.
Debts and lies are generally mixed together.
Rabelais—Pantagruel.
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Our national debt a national blessing.
Samuel Wilkerson. Used as a broadside issued by Jay Cooke, June, 1865. Qualified
by H. C. Fahnstock, "How our national
debt may be a national blessing."
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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—Dora Juan. Canto III. St. 86. 10.
A gilded halo hovering round decay.
| author = Byron
| work = 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 Carew—Disdain Returned.
A worm is in the bud of youth,
And at the root of age.
| author = Cowper
| work = Stanzas Subjoined to a Bill of Mortality.
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| text = <poem>An age that melts with unperceiv'd decay,
And glides in modest innocence away.
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = Vanity of Human Wishes.
L. 293.
There seems to be a constant decay of all our
ideas; even of those which are struck deepest,
and in minds the most retentive, so that if they
be not sometimes renewed by repeated exercises
of the senses, or reflection on those kinds of objects which at first occasioned them, the print
wears out, and at last there remains nothing to
be seen.
Locke—Human Understanding.
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All that's bright must fade,—
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made
But to be lost when sweetest.
Moore—National Airs. Indian Air.
