Death takes us by surprise,
And stays our hurrying feet;
The great design unfinished lies,
Our lives are incomplete.

LONGFELLOW, Charles Sumner, st. 5
Our years are fleet,

And, to the weary, death is sweet.

LONGFELLOW, Kéramos, st. 15

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death.

LONGFELLOW, The Reaper and the Flowers, st. 1 Death the Ploughman wanders in all lands, And to the last of earth his furrow stands.

EDWIN MARKHAM, The Last Furrow, st. 1

Death hath a thousand doors to let out life,
I shall find one. MASSINGER, A Very Woman, v, 4
Death's but one more to-morrow. S. W. MITCHELL,

Of One Who Seemed to Have Failed, line 1

It is curious how forgetful we are of death, how little we think that we are dying daily, and that what we call life is really death, and death the beginning of a higher life. MAX MÜLLER, Letter to Miss Mary Müller,

April 18, 1883, Life, by His Wife, II, xxvi

Tell me, my soul, can this be death?

POPE, Dying Christian to His Soul, st. 2

Now, men of death, work forth your will,
For I can suffer and be still;

And come he slow, or come he fast,
It is but death who comes at last.

SCOTT, Marmion, ii, st. 30 Is it sin

To rush into the secret house of death,

Ere death dare come to us?

SHAKESPEARE, Antony and Cleopatra, iv. 15 [13].

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is desired.

Who would [Who'd] fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourne
No traveller returns, puzzles the will

And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?1

Ibid.

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, iii, 1

1A secret prepossession

To plunge with all your fears -but where?

BYRON, Don Juan, Canto xiv, st. á

Death-Continued

This fell sergeant, Death,

Is strict in his arrest.

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, v, 2

It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.

SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, ii, 2

Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part II, i, I
Warwick. So bad a death argues a monstrous life.
King. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.1
Close up his eyes and draw the curtains close;
And let us all to meditation.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part II, iii, 3

Nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.

SHAKESPEARE, King Richard II, iii, 2

The sense of death is most in apprehension;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

SHAKESPEARE, Measure for Measure, iii, 1

Thy best of rest is sleep,

And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st
Thy death, which is no more.

Ibid.

Holy men at their death have good inspirations.
SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, i, 2

I would fain die a dry death.

SHAKESPEARE, The Tempest, i, 1

Left of six hundred.-TENNYSON, Charge of the Light Brigade, st. 5

I could lie down like a tired child,
And weep away the life of care

Which I have borne, and yet must bear

SHELLEY,

Stanzas Written in Dejection near Naples, st. 4

Till death like sleep might steal on me.

Death and his brother Sleep!1

How wonderful is Death,

SHELLEY, Queen Mab, i, st. 1

You, proud monarchs, must obey

And mingle with forgotten ashes, when
Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

J. SHIRLEY, The Last Conqueror, st. 1

Virtue alone has majesty in death.

YOUNG, Night Thoughts, II, line 656

Death is the crown of life:

Was death denied, poor man would live in vain;
Was death denied, to live would not be life;
Was death denied, even fools would wish to die.
Ibid., III, lines 527-530

Man makes a death which Nature never made.

Ibid., IV, line 15

While man is growing, life is in decrease,
And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun,
As tapers waste that instant they take fire.

Ibid., V, lines 717-720

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow;
A blow, which, while it executes, alarms;
And startles thousands with a single fall.

Ibid., V, lines 1011-1013

Death-bed. A death-bed's a detector of the heart.
Here tired Dissimulation drops her mask,
Through life's grimace, that mistress of the scene.
YOUNG, Night Thoughts, II, lines 645-647

Death-fires.- About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green and blue and white.

Coleridge, Ancient Mariner, lines 127-130

1 Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death.

Death it seemed, and not his cousin Sleep.

Sleep, Death's twin-brother.

S. DANIEL, Sonnet liv

HOOD, Hero and Leander, st. 61 TENNYSON, In Memoriam, 1xviii, st. 1

Debating. The ancient Goths . . . had . a wise custom of debating everything of importance. twice,

once drunk and once sober, drunk, that their councils might not want vigour; and sober,— that they might not want discretion.

STERNE, Tristram Shandy, VI, xvii

Debt. What! from his helpless creature be repaid
Pure gold for what he lent him dross-allayed
Sue for a debt he never did contract,

- Oh, the sorry trade!

OMAR KHAYYÁM, Rubáiyát (trans. Fitzgerald), st. 79

Deceit.

HOLMES, The Deacon's Masterpiece, st. 9
That is good deceit

Which mates him first that first intends deceit.?
SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part II, iii, 1

Deceits. The tongues of men are full of deceits.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry V, v, 2

Deceive. Kiss me, though you make believe;
Kiss me, though I almost know

You are kissing to deceive:

Let the tide one moment flow
Backward ere it rise and break,
Only for poor pity's sake.

ALICE CARY, Make Believe, st. 1

Oh, what a tangled web we weave3
When first we practise to deceive!

'The end of life cancels all bonds.

Since . you and I.

SCOTT, Marmion, vi, 17

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part I, iii, 2 it is impossible I should live, all debts are cleared between SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, iii, 2

2 Do unto the other feller the way he'd like to do unto you an' do it fust. É. N. WESTCOTT, David Harum, Preface

3 When one fib becomes due, as it were, you must forge another to take up the old acceptance; and so the stock of your lies in circulation inevitably multiplies, and the danger of detection increases every day.

I will not practise to deceive.

THACKERAY, Vanity Fair, lxvi
SHAKESPEARE, King John, i

Deceived. To be deceived in your true heart's desire
Was bitterer than a thousand years of fire!

Deceiver.

JOHN HAY, A Woman's Love, st. 11

Where shall the traitor rest,

He, the deceiver,

Who could win maiden's breast,

Ruin and leave her?

In the lost battle,

Borne down by the flying,

Where mingles war's rattle

With groans of the dying.-ScOTT, Marmion, iii, st. 11

Deceivers.- Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Men were deceivers ever,1

One foot in sea and one on shore,

To one thing constant never.

SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado about Nothing, ii, 3

Decency.- Immodest words admit of no defence;
For want of decency is want of sense.

EARL OF ROSCOMMON, Essay on Translated Verse

Decide.— Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,

In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or
evil side.
LOWELL, The Present Crisis, st. 5

Deed.-Macbeth. I have done the deed!? Didst thou not hear a noise?

Lady Macbeth. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, ii, 2

One good deed dying tongueless

Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.

SHAKESPEARE, Winter's Tale, i, 2

Deeds. Foul deeds will rise. SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 2

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Make deeds ill done [ill deeds done]!

SHAKESPEARE, King John, iv, 2

My deeds upon my head! I crave the law,
The penalty and forfeit of my bond.

SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, iv, I

1Trust not a man: we are by nature false, Dissembling, subtle, cruel and inconstant.

2 A deed of dreadful note.

A deed without a name.

T. OTWAY, The Orphan, ii, 1
SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, iii, 2
Ibid., iv, I