For I maun crush amang the stoure Το spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Address to a Daisy.-ROBERT Burns. DANGERS. Dangers are no more light, if they once seem light; and more dangers have deceived men than forced them: nay, it were better to meet some dangers half-way, though they come nothing near, than to keep too long a watch upon their approaches; for if a man watch too long, it is odds he will fall asleep. Essay on Delays.-LORD BACON. DARING. The smallest worm will turn being trodden on; DAY. Importance of a Single Every day is a little life: and our whole life is but a day repeated: whence it is that old Jacob numbers his life by days; and Moses desires to be taught this point of holy arithmetic, to number not his years, but his days. Those, therefore, that dare lose a day, are dangerously prodigal; those that dare mis-spend it, desperate. Letter to Lord Denny.-BISHOP Hall. DAY BY DAY REVELATIONS. There's not a day, but, to the man of thought, DAY and NIGHT. By day the soul, o'erborne by life's career, Not to the limits of one world confined, But from ethereal travels light on earth, By voyagers drop anchor for repose. Night Thoughts, v. Line 115.-EDWARD YOUNG. And what is Death? Is still the cause unfound? That dark mysterious name of horrid sound? A long and lingering sleep the weary crave. And Peace? Where can its happiness abound? No where at all, save heaven and the grave. What is Life?-JOHN CLARE. DEATH. Death openeth the gate to good fame, and ex tinguisheth envy. Essay on Death.-LORD BACON. DEATH. The Portrait of Who can take Death's portrait true? the tyrant never sat. DEATH. Night Thoughts, VI. Line 52.-EDWARD YOUNG. A Child's idea of I know, uncle, We must all die; my little brother died, I saw him die; and he died smiling. Sure, There's no great pain in't. Bonduca, Act IV. Scene II.-BEAUMONT and FLETCHER. DEATH. Anticipation of What art thou, Death! by mankind poorly feared, Yet period of their ills. On thy near shore Trembling they stand, and see through dreaded mists The eternal port, irresolute to leave This various misery, these air-fed dreams, Which men call life and fame. Poem to the memory of Mr. Congreve.-JAMES THOMSON. DEATH. Happiness of 'Tis of all sleeps the sweetest; Children begin it to us, strong men seek it, And kings from height of all their painted glories DEATH. Joy in Thierry and Theodoret, Act IV. Kings and mightiest potentates must die; For that's the end of human misery. DEATH. King Henry VI. Part I. Act III. Scene II. The Mystery of The Gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life. Essay on Death.-LUCAN. DEATH. Beauty in Mount up, immortal essence! E DEATH. And is this death? dread thing! How beautiful thou art! To a dying Infant.-DAVID MACBETH MOIR. Repose in Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at: his right cheek Reposing on a cushion, Cymbeline, Act IV. Scene II.-SHAKSPERE. DEATH. The Fear and Joy of Men fear death, he said, as if unquestionably the greatest evil, and yet no man knows that it may not be the greatest good. If, indeed, great joys are in prospect, he might, and his friends for him, with somewhat more reason regret the event; but at his years, and with his scanty fortune-though he was happy enough at seventy still to preserve both body and mind in vigour -yet even his present gratifications must necessarily soon decay. To avoid, therefore, the evils of age, pain, sickness, decay of sight, decay of hearing, perhaps decay of understanding, by the easiest of deaths (for such the Athenian mode of execution—by a draught of hemlock was reputed), cheered with the company of surrounding friends, could not be otherwise than a blessing. Condemnation and Death of Socrates. |