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What hath this day deserv'd? what hath it done,
King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 84.
The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
King John. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 34.
Day is the Child of Time,
R. H. STODDARD-Day and Night.
Call no man happy till he dead.
erence. Also in SOPHOCLES—Trachiniæ, and
Illumed the eastern skies,
And walked in Paradise.
(See also GILDER, HOOD) Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land, Two hurrying shapes met face to face
And bade each other stand. “And who are you?” cried one, a-gape,
Shuddering in the glimmering light. "I know not,” said the second shape,
"I only died last night." T. B. ALDRICH-Identity
26 The white sail of his soul has rounded The promontory_death.
WILLIAM ALEXANDER—The Icebound Ship.
A life that leads melodious days.
TENNYSON-In Memoriam. XXXIII. St. 2.
14 "A day for Gods to stoop,”
ay, And men to soar.
TENNYSON—The Lover's Tale. L. 304.
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before,
Advanced a stage or two upon that road Which you must travel in the steps they trod. ARISTOPHANES—Fragment. II. Trans. by CUMBERLAND.
(See also JONSON)
EDWIN ARNOLD—He Who Died at Azan.
But whether on the scaffold high,
Or in the battle's van,
Is where he dies for man.
Dublin Nation. Sept. 28, 1844. Vol. II.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER—The Custom of the Country. Act II. Sc. 2.
14 We must all die! All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that
does so Need lamentation for him? BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER—Valentinian. Act
IV. Sc. 4.
Her cabin'd ample spirit,
It fluttered and fail'd for breath; Tonight it doth inherit
The vasty hall of death.
Pompa mortis magis terret quam mors ipsa.
The pomp of death alarms us more than death itself. Quoted by Bacon as from SENECA.
(See also BURTON)
How shocking must thy summons be, O Death!
BLAIR-The Grave. L. 350.
The death-change comes.
BAILEY--Festus. Sc. Home.
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the resurrection.
Book of Common Prayer. Burial of the Dead. 20
Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down, like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay. Book of Common Prayer. Burial of the Dead.
Quoted from Job. XIV. 1. 21 In the midst of life we are in death.
Book of Common Prayer. Burial of the Dead.
Media vita in morte sumus. From a Latin antiphon. Found in the choirbook of the monks of St. Gall. Said to have been composed by NOTKER (“The Stammerer”') in 911, while watching some workmen building a bridge at Martinsbrücke, in peril of their lives. LUTHER's antiphon "De Morte.” Hymn XVIII is taken from this.
It is only the dead who do not return.
BERTRAND BARÈRE-Speech. (1794)
To die would be an awfully big adventure.
BARRIE-Peter Pan. (See also BROWNING, FROHMAN, RABELAIS)
'Mid youth and song, feasting and carnival,
RUPERT BROOKE-Second Best.
And the wings of the swift years
RICHARD BURTON—City of the Dead.
RICHARD BURTON—City of the Dead.
Lite's fever cooled by death's trance; And we cry, though it seems to our dearest of
foes, “God give us another chance."
RICHARD BURTON—Song of the Unsuccessful. Timor mortis morte pejor.
The fear of death is worse than death. BURTON—Anatomy of Melancholy. (Quoted.)
(See also Bacon) 17 Friend Ralph! thou hast Outrun the constable at last! BUTLER-Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto III. L.
Oh! death will find me, long before I tire
Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land! RUPERT BROOKE—Sonnet. (Collection 1908
1911) Pliny hath an odd and remarkable Passage concerning the Death of Men and Animals upon the Recess or Ebb of the Sea. SIR THOMAS BROWNE—Letter to a Friend.
Sec. 7. (See also DICKENS) 4 A little before you made a leap in the dark. SIR THOMAS BROWNE-Works. II. 26. (Ed.
1708) Letters from the Dead. (1701) Works. II. P. 502.
(See also RABELAIS) 5 The thousand doors that lead to death. SIR THOMAS BROWNE-Religio Medici. Pt. I.
Sec. XLIV. 6 For I say, this is death and the sole death, When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness.from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
ROBERT BROWNING—A Death in the Desert.
7 The grand perhaps. ROBERT BROWNING-Bishop Blougram's A pology.
(See also RABELAIS)
10 So he passed over and all the trumpets sounded For him on the other side. BUNYAN-Pilgrim's Progress. Death of Val
iant for Truth. Close of Pt. II.
The dead ride swiftly.
BURNS—Highland Mary. There is only rest and peace In the city of Surcease From the failings and the wailings 'neath the sun,
"Whom the gods love die young,” was said of
yore. BYRON—Don Juan. Canto IV. St. 12. (See also HERBERT, MENANDER, PLAUTUS)
And I still onward haste to my last night;
THOMAS ČAMPION—Divine and Moral Songs.
His religion, at best, is an anxious wish; like that of Rabelais, "a great Perhaps.” CARLYLE-Burns.
(See also RABELAIS)
Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns. CATULLUS—Carmina. III. 11.
(See also HAMLET, VERGIL) Soles occidere et redire possunt; Nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux, Nox est perpetua una dormienda.
Suns may set and rise; we, when our short day has closed, must sleep on during one neverending night. CATULLUS—Carmina. V. 4.
Undique enim ad inferos tantundem via est.
There are countless roads on all sides to the grave. CICEROTusculanarum Disputationum. I.43. 12
Supremus ille dies non nostri extinctionem sed commutationem affert loci.
That last day does not bring extinction to us, but change of place. CICERO—Tusculanarum Disputationum. I. 49.
Some men make a womanish complaint that it is a great misfortune to die before our time. I would ask what time? Is it that of Nature? But she, indeed, has lent us life, as we do a sum of money, only no certain day is fixed for payment. What reason then to complain if she demands it at pleasure, since it was on this condition that you received it.
Death levels all things.
15 Mors dominos servis et sceptra ligonibus æquat, Dissimiles simili conditione trahens.
Death levels master and slave, the sceptre and the law and makes the unlike like. In WALTER COLMAN's La Danse Machabre or
Death's Duell. (Circa 1633)
When death hath poured oblivion through my
veins, And brought me home, as all are brought, to lie In that vast house, common to serfs and
For beauty born of beauty—that remains.
Mors sceptra ligonibus æquat.
Inscribed over a 14th Century mural painting once at Battle Church, Sussex., Included in the 12th Century Vers sur la Mort. Ascribed to Thibaut de Marly. Also the motto of one of Symeoni's emblematic devices. See Notes and Queries, May, 1917. P. 134.
(See also SHIRLEY) 17 Death comes with a crawl or he comes with a
But only, how did you die?