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DAY.-One day spent well, and agreeably to your precepts, is preferable to an eternity of error.

Yonge's CICERO.–Tusculan Disp. Book V.
Division 2.

Frail empire of a day!
That with the setting sun extinct is lost.

SOMERVILLE.-Hobbinol, Canto III. Line 326. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

Sr. Matthew.—Chap. VI. Verse 34.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.

GEORGE HERBERT.—The Temple; Virtue.
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still,
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill,
And nought but the nightingale's heard in the grove.

BEATTIE.—The Hermit, Line 1.
The bright procession of a day.

BROOME.—Lady and her Looking-glass. O life, frail offspring of a day! "Tis puff’d with one

short gasp away! Swift as the short-liv'd flower it flies, It springs, it blooms, it fades, it dies.

BROOME.—Melancholy. Such and so varied, the precarious play, Of fate with man, frail tenant of a day!

Scott.—Peveril of the Peak, Chap. XXV. Day is driven on by day, and the new moons hasten to their



DAYS.— Though fallen on evil days,
On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues.

Milton.-Paradise Lost, Line 25, Book VII.
We are fall’n on dark and evil days!

MRS. IEMANS.-Siege of Valencia, Scene I.,

Page 264; and see Rogers' Italy, the Campagna of Florence, Page 116, Edition 1830.

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DAYS.-Enlarge my life with multitude of days,
In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays;
Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know
That life protracted is protracted woe.

DR. JOHNSON.—Vanity of Human Wishes, Line 255. DE MORTUIS NIL NISI BONUM.-Of the dead be nothing said but what is good.

RILEY's Dictionary of Lat. Quotations.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode ;
There they alike in trembling hope repose,
The bosom of his Father and his God.

GRAY's Elegy.—The Epitaph, Verse 3.
DEAD.—He still might doubt the tyrant's power;
So fair, so calm, so softly seal’d,
The first, last look by death reveald!
Such is the aspect of this shore;
*Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.

BYRON.—The Giaour, Line 87.
He who hath bent him o'er the dead,
Ere the first day of death is fled ;-
(Before Decay's effacing fingers,
Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,)
And mark'd the mild angelic air,
The rapture of repose that's there.

BYRON.—The Giaour, Line 68.
Fal.—What! is the old king dead ?
Pistol.-As nail in door.

SHAKSPERE.-King Henry IV. Part II. Act V.

Scene 3,
O lady, he is dead and gone !

Lady, he's dead and gone !
And at his head a green grass turfe,
And at his heels a stone.

ANONYMOUS.—1 Percy Reliques, Book II.

Page 260. The Friars of Orders Gray. Come! let the burial rite be read—the funeral song be sung!An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so youngA dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

PoE.-Lenore. Verse 1.

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DEAD.--I have syllables of dread;
They can wake the dreamless dead.

W. L. BOWLES.-Grave of the Last Saxon,

Line 32.
DEAF.—What does he say, John-eh? I am hard of hearing.

GARRICK.-Lethe, Act I.
DEAR.-A man he was to all the country dear.

GOLDSMITH.—The Deserted Village, Line 141.
Dear lost companions of my tuneful art,
Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes,
Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

GRAY.—The Bard, Stanza III. Line 11. Devilish dear, master classic, devilish dear!

FootE.—The Englishman in Paris, Act I. Scene 1. Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale.

FAWKES.—The Brown Jug, a Song.
DEATH.O proud death!
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
That thou so many princes, at a shoot,
So bloodily hast struck ?

SHAKSPERE.—Hamlet, Act V. Scene 2.

(Fontinbras.) The rest is silence.

SHAKSPERE.—Ibid. (Hamlet dying.)

Look down, And see what death is doing.

SAAKSPERE.—Winter's Tale, Act III. Scene 2.

(Paulina to Leontes.) In the midst of life we are in death.

Death finds us 'inid our play-things-snatches us,
As a cross nurse might do a wayward child,
From all our toys and baubles. His rough call
Unlooses all our favourite ties on earth;
And well if they are such as may be answer'd
In yonder world, where all is judged of truly.

Old Play; and see SENECA, Épi. XXIII.

The farthest from the fear, Are often nearest to the stroke of fate.

YOUNG.-Night V. Line 790.

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DEATH.-What day, what hour, but knocks at human hearts,
To wake the soul to sense of future scenes ?
Deaths stand like Mercurys, in every way,
And kindly point us to our journey's end.

YOUNG.–Night VII. Line 2.
The hour conceal'd, and so remote the fear,
Death still draws nearer, never seeming near.

POPE.—Essay on Man, Epi. III. Line 75.
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost,
l'pon the sweetest flower of all the field.

SHAKSPERE.—Romeo and Juliet, Act IV.
Scene 5. (Capulet on seeing Juliet apparently

Death lays his icy hands on kings.

ANONYMOUS.--1 Percy Reliques, Book III.

Page 284. Death's Final Conquest.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument.

SHAKSPERE.-King Richard II. Act II. Scene 1.
(Northumberland to the King, announcing
Gaunt's death.)

All that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.

SHAKSPERE.-Hamlet, Act I. Scene 2.

(The Queen to Hamlet.)
From the first corse, till he that died to day,
This must be so.
Why should we, in our peevish opposition,
Take it to heart?

SHAKSPERE.-Ibid. (The King to Hamlet.)
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.

SHAKSPERE.-Measure for Measure, Act III.

Scene 1. (Isabella to her brother.)
The weariest and most loathed worldly life,
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of death.

SHAKSPERE.—Measure for Measure, Act III,

Scene 1. (Claudio to Isabella.)

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DEATH.-Death will have his day.

SHAKSPERE.-King Richard II, Act III. Scene 2.

(The King.)
As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath,
Receives the lurking principle of death;
The young disease, that must subdue at length,
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
PopE.-Essay on Man, Epi. II. Linc 133.

Death is the worst
That fate can bring, and cuts off ev'ry hope.

Lillo.-Fatal Curiosity, Act I. Scene 2.
Death hath ten thousand several doors
For men to take their exits.

JOHN WEBSTER.—The Duchess of Malfy; Mas

SINGER.— The Parliament of Love, Act IV.
Scene 2. Death hath a thousand doors to
let out life; MassingER.--A very Woman,

Act V. Scene 4.
Death rides in triumph, -fell destruction
Lashes his fiery horse, and round about him
His many thousand ways to let out souls.


Scene 5.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.

BEAUMONT and FLETCHER.—The Custom of the

Courts, Act II, Scene 2. Death's thousand doors stand open.

Blair.—The Grave, Line 394. Death in a thousand shapes.

Virgil.-Åneid, Book II. Line 370. Death's shafts fly thick!

Blair.—The Grave, Line 447. Devouring famine, plague, and war,

Each able to undo mankind,
Death's servile emissaries are,
Nor to these alone confin'd,

He hath at will
More quaint and subtle wayes to kill;
A smile or kiss, as he will use the art,
Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart.

SHIRLEY.–Victorious Men of Earth, 2 Percy

Reliques, 240.

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