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And hands that wist not though they dug a grave, Undid the hasps of gold, and drank, and gave, And he drank after, a deep glad kingly draught: And all their life changed in them, for they
quaffed Death; if it be death so to drink, and fare As men who change and are what these twain SWINBURNE—Tristram of Lyonesse. The Sail
ing of the Swallow. L. 789. Honesta mors turpi vita potior.
An honorable death is better than a dishonorable life. TACITUS-Agricola. XXXIII.
Whatever crazy sorrow saith,
TENNYSON--Two Voices. St. 132.
15 Dead men bite not. THEODOTUS, when counselling the death of
POMPEY. See PLUTARCH-Life of Pompey. Et "Bene," discedens dicet, “placideque quies
cas; Terraque securæ sit super ossa levis."
And at departure he will say, "Mayest thou rest soundly and quietly, and may the light turf lie easy on thy bones.” TIBULLUS-Carmina. II. 4. 49.
Trust not your own powers till the day of your death.
I hear a voice you cannot hear,
Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away. TICKELL-Colin and Lucy.
Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few,
Bk. III. St. 84.
He that would die well must always look for death, every day knocking at the gates of the grave; and then the gates of the grave shall never prevail upon him to do him mischief.
JEREMY TAYLOR-Holy Dying. Ch. II. Pt. I.
These taught us how to live; and (oh, too high The price for knowledge!) taught us how to die. TICKELL—On the Death of Mr. Addison. L. 81.
(See also PORTEUS) 19 I believe if I should die, And you should kiss my eyelids where I lie Cold, dead, and dumb to all the world contains, The folded orbs would open at thy breath, And from its exile in the Isles of Death Life would come gladly back along my veins. MARY ASHLEY TOWNSEND-—Love's Belief.
But O! for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
TENNYSON-Break, Break, Break.
7 Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
When I put out to sea.
Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction. Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child with her cloth, cover thou him. Vedic Funeral Rite. Quoted in New York
Times on the death of "Buffalo Bill."
Vixi, et quem dederat cursum fortuna, peregi: Et nunc magna mei sub terras currit imago.
I have lived, and I have run the course which fortune allotted me; and now my shade shall descend illustrious to the grave. VERGIL-Æneid. IV. 653.
23 Irreameabilis unda.
The wave from which there is no return (the river Styx]. VERGIL-Æneid. VI. 425.
Is it then so sad a thing to die?
C'est demain, ma belle amie, que je fais le saut perilleux.
It is today, my dear, that I take a perilous leap. Last words of VOLTAIRE, quoting the words of
King Henry to GABRIELLE D'ESTRÉES, when about to enter the Catholic Church.
(See also HOBBES)
Nothing can happen more beautiful than death. WALT WHITMAN-Starting from Paumanok.
That damps my brow;
I ask thee now;
Le lâche fuit en vain; la mort vole à sa suite:
It is vain for the coward to flee; death follows close behind; it is only by defying it that the brave escape. VOLTAIRE—Le Triumvirat. IV. 7.
How beautiful it is for a man to die
N. P. Willis-On the Death of a Missionary.
But God, who is able to prevail, wrestled with him, as the angel did with Jacob, and marked him; marked him for his own.
IZAAK WALTON—Life of Donne.
Softly his fainting head he lay
Upon his Maker's breast;
And laid his flesh to rest.
(See also WESLEY)
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
Chas. WOLFE-The Burial of Sir John Moore. If I had thought thou couldst have died
I might not weep for thee;
That thou couldst mortal be;
That time would e'er be o'er
And thou shouldst smile no more!
0, sir! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.
WORDSWORTH-The Excursion. Bk. I.
The tall, the wise, the reverend head,
I know death hath ten thousand several doors
I saw him now going the way of all flesh.
JOHN WEBSTER-Westward Ho! 2. 2.
"But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in Ileaven!”
And said, “Nay, we are seven!"
He first deceased; she for a little tried
bert Morton's Wife.
Joy, shipmate, joy
WALT WHITMAN-Joy, Shipmate, Joy. (See also BRET HARTE, TENNYSON—Crossing the
Men drop so fast, ere life's mid stage we tread, Few know so many friends alive, as dead.
YOUNG-Love of Fame. L. 97.
23 Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice; and thrice my peace was
slain! Young-Night Thoughts. Night I. L. 212.
O, I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me, as
day cannot, I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited
by death. Walt WHITMAN-Night on the Prairies.
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.
(See also QUARLES)
He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Fuel to maintain his fires;
THOMAS CAREW—Disdain Returned.
22 A worm is in the bud of youth, And at the root of age. COWPER—Stanzas Subjoined to a Bill of Mor
tality. (See also Two GENTLEMEN OF VERONA) 23 An age that melts with unperceiv'd decay, And glides in modest innocence away. SAMUEL JOHNSON-Vanity of Human Wishes.
Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill? Pay every debt as if God wrote the bill!
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. Bk. II. Ch.
A national debt, if it is not excessive, will be to us a national blessing. ALEX. HAMILTON--Letter to Robert Morris. April 30, 1781.
(See also WILKERSON)
All that's bright must fade,
The brightest still the fleetest;
But to be lost when sweetest.
The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
Richard II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 153.
But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice.
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Man wird betrogen, man betrügt sich selbst. Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves. Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
GOETHE-Sprüche in Prosa. III.
Non mancano pretesti quando si vuole.
Pretexts are not wanting when one wishes
to use them. The eating canker dwells. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc. 1. L.
GOLDONI—La Villeggiatura. I. 12. 42. (See also COWPER)
Which I wish to remarkI shall be like that tree,- I shall die at the top.
And my language is plain,SWIFT—Scott's Life of Swift.
That for ways that are dark
And for tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar. Fires that shook me once, but now to silent ashes BRET HARTE-Plain Language from Truthful fall’n away.
James. (Heathen Chinee.) Cold upon the dead volcano sleeps the gleam of dying day.
The angel answer'd, “Nay, sad soul; go higher! TENNYSON—Locksley Hall. Sixty Years After.
To be deceived in your true heart's desire St. 21.
Was bitterer than a thousand years of fire!" DECEIT
JOHN HAY-A Woman's Love. God is not averse to deceit in a holy cause.
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, ÆSCHYLUS—Frag. Incert. II.
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
Utters another. There is a cunning which we in England call HOMER-Iliad. Bk. IX. L. 386. BRYANT'S the turning of the cat in the pan.
trans. BACON-Essays. Of Cunning.
Vous le croyez votre dupe: s'il feint de l'être, Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world qui est plus dupe, de lui ou de vous? But those who slide along the grassy sod,
You think him to be your dupe; if he feigns And sting the luckless foot that presses them? to be so who is the greater dupe, he or you? There are who in the path of social life
LA BRUYÈRE—Les Caractéres. V.
On ne trompe point en bien; la fourberie JOANNA BAILLIE—De Montfort. Act I. Sc. 2. ajoute la malice au mensonge.
We never deceive for a good purpose: knavWhat song the Syrens sang, or what name ery adds malice to falsehood. Achilles assumed when he hid himself among LA BRUYÈRE-Les Caractéres. XI. SIR THOMAS BROWNE—Urn-Burial. Ch. V. Car c'est double plaisir de tromper le trompeur.
It is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver. If the world will be gulled, let it be gulled.
LA FONTAINE–Fables. II. 15.
Le bruit est pour le fat, la plainte pour le sot;
L'honnête homme trompé s'éloigne et ne dit mot. Populus vult decipi; decipiatur.
The silly when deceived exclaim loudly; the The people wish to be deceived; let them fool complains; the honest man walks away be deceived.
and is silent. CARDINAL CARAFA, Legate of Paul IV., is said LA NOVE—La Coquette Corrigée. I. 3.
to have used this expression in reference to the devout Parisians. Origin in DE
On peut être plus fin qu'un autre, mais non THOU. I. XVII. See JACKSON's Works.
pas plus fin que tous les autres. Bk. III. Ch. XXXII. Note 9.
One may outwit another, but not all the (See also LINCOLN)
LA ROCHEFOUCAULD-Maxim. 394. Improbi hominis est mendacio fallere.
(See also LINCOLN) It is the act of a bad man to deceive by falsehood. CICERO-Oratio Pro Murena. XXX.
You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but
you cannot fool all of the people all the time. A delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
Attributed to LINCOLN but denied by Spoford. LORD DENMAN-O'Connell vs. The Queen. P. T. BARNUM is accepted as the author. Clark and Finnelly Reports.
Said to have been quoted by Lincoln in a
Wir betrügen und schmeicheln niemanden durch so feine Kunstgriffe als uns selbst.
We deceive and flatter no one by such delicate artifices as we do our own selves. SCHOPENHAUER—Die Welt als Wille. I. 350.
speech at Clifton, Ill., Sept. 8, 1858. Found in Bassett's scrap-book, June, 1905. P. 134.
(See also PLINY, LA ROCHEFOUCAULD) 1
It is vain to find fault with those arts of deceiving, wherein men find pleasure to be deceived. LOCKE—Human Understanding. Bk. III. Ch.
X. 34. 2
Where the lion's skin falls short it must be eked out with the fox's. LYSANDER. Remark upon being told that he
resorted too much to craft. PLUTARCH-Life of Lysander.
With an auspicious and a dropping eye,
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 12.
They fool me to the top of my bent. I will
come by and by. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 401.
MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 110.
But when the fox hath once got in his nose, He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 25.
A quicksand of deceit.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 26.
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 124.
On est aisément dupé par ce qu'on aime.
One is easily fooled by that which one loves.
MOLIÈRE-Le Tartuffe. IV. 3. Impia sub dulci melle venena latent.
Deadly poisons are concealed under sweet honey. OVID-Amorum. I. 8. 104.
A pious fraud.
Furtum ingeniosus ad omne,
Skilled in every trick, a worthy heir of his paternal craft, he would make black look white, and white look black. OVID-Melamorphoses. XI. 313.
Fronte politus Astutam vapido servas sub pectore vulpem.
Though thy face is glossed with specious art thou retainest the cunning fox beneath thy vapid breast. PERSIUS—Satires. V. 116.
Orlando's helmet in Augustine's cowl.
dresses. Cui Bono. Imitation of Byron.
Hinc nunc præmium est, qui recta prava faciunt.
There is a demand in these days for men who can make wrong conduct appear right. TERENCE-Phormio. VIII. 2. 6.
Altera manu fert lapidem, altera panem ostentat.
He carries a stone in one hand, and offers bread with the other. PLAUTUS-Aulularia. II. 2. 18. 11
Singuli enim decipere et decipi possunt: nemo omnes, neminem omnes fefellunt.
Individuals indeed may deceive and be deceived; but no one has ever deceived all men, nor have all men ever deceived any one. PLINY the Younger-Panegyr. Traj. 62.
(See also LINCOLN)
Machination is worth more than force.
Deceit and treachery skulk with hatred, but an honest spirit flieth with anger.
TUPPER--Of Hatred and Anger.
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast
WORDSWORTH-To the Lady Fleming.