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There taught us how to live; and (oh! too

high The prices for knowledge) taught us how to

die. d. TICKELL-On the Death of Addison.

Line 81.

Death is the crown of life; Were death denyed, poor man would live in

vain: Were death denyed, to live would not be life: Were death denyed, ev'n fools would wish to

die. 1. Young-Night Thoughts. Night III.

Line 523. Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. Young - Night Thoughts. Night V.

Line 1011.
Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ?
Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace

was slain !
Young- Night Thoughts. Night I.

Line 212. Man makes a death which nature never made. Young-- Night Thoughts. Night IV.

Line 15. Men drop so fast, 'ere life's mid-stage we tread, Few know so many friends alive, as dead.

p. Young -- Home of Fame. Line 97. The chamber where the good man meets his

fate, Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. 9. Young--Night Thoughts. Night II.

Line 633. The knell, the shroud, the mattock and the

grave, The deep damp vault, the darkness and the


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For I know that Death is a guest divine,
Who shall drink my blood as I drink this

And He cares for nothing! a king is He!
Come on old fellow, and drink with me.
With you I will drink to the solemn Past,
Though the cup that I drain should be my

last. g. WILLIAM WINTER— Orgia. The Song

of a Ruined Man.

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He lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. h. WOLFE-— Monody on the Death of Sir

John Moore.


If I had thought thou couldst have died,

I might not weep for thee; But I forgot, when by thy side,

That thou couldst mortal be; It never through my mind had pass’d,

That time would e'er be o'er-When I on thee should look my last,

And thou shouldst smile no more. i. WOLFE- The Death of Mary.

A gilded halo hovering round iecay.

BYRON--Giaour. Line 100.
Great families of yesterday we show,
And lords whose parents were, the Loril

knows who.
DEFOE -- True-born Englishman. Pt. I.

Line 1. Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; Princes and Lords may flourish, or may

fadeA breath can make them, as a breath has

madeBut a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd can never be supplied.

GOLDSMITH Deserted Village. Line 51. History fades into fable; fact becomes clouded with oubt and controversy; the inscription moulders from the tablet: the statue falls from the pedestal. Columns, arches, pyramids, what are they but heaps of sand; and their epitaphs, but characters written in the dust? IRVING- The Sketch Book. Westminster


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Her first deceased; she for a little tried To live without him, liked it not, and died. j. WOTTON-On the Death of Sir Albert

Morton's Wife.

A death-bed's a detector of heart. k. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night II.

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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 rcpeated 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 notoing to be seen. LOCKE- Human Understanding.

B. II. Cli. I. Lips must fade and roses wither.

b. LOWELL-- The Token.
All that's bright must fade,
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made
But to be lost when sweetest

MOORE- National Airs.

In the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells. d. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I.

Sc. 1. The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he; His time is spent.

Richard II. Act II. Sc. 1.


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Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love,
But why did you kick me down stairs ?
P. J. P. KEMBLE The Panel. Act. I.

Sc. 1. It is in vain to find fault with those arts of deceiving wherein men find pleasure to be deceived. g. LOCKE- Human Understanding.

Bk. III. Ch. I. All is not golde that outward shewith bright. LYDGATE- - On the Mutibility of Human

Affairs. All is not gold that glisteneth. MIDDLETON--A Fair Quarrel. Act V.

Sc. 1. Where more is meant than meets the ear.

t. MILTON-11 Penseroso. Line 120.
Like Dead sea fruit that tempts the eye
But turns to ashes on the lips.
MOORE-Lalla Rookh. The Fire

Worshippers Line 1018. Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu d I

said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead.

POPE- Prologue to the Satires. Line 1. O, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive.

SCOTT - Marmion. Canto VI, St. 17.

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Hateful to me, as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
Utters another.
j BRYANT's Homer's Iliad. Bk. IX.

Line 386.
Quoth Hudibras, I smell a rat,
Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate.
g. BUTLER, Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto I.

Line 821. I think not I am what I appear. h. BYRON - The Bride of Abydos.

Canto I. St. 12.
But al thing, which that schineth as the gold.
Is naught gold, as that I have herd told.

CHAUCER – Canterbury Tales.
Prologue to the Chanounes Yemanne's

Tale. Line 409.

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Stamps God's own name upon a lie just made, To turn a penny in the way of trade.

j COWPER— Table Talk. Line 421. All is they say that glitters is not gold. k. DBYDEN --Hind and Panther.

All is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes.

y. Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 5. All that glisters is not gold.

Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 7.
Heywood's Proverbs, 1546.
Herbert. Jacula Prudentu'n.

Goorge's Eylogs, Epitaphs, &c., 1563.
An evil soul, producing holy witness,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek;
A goodly apple rotten at the heart:
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3. A quicksand of deceit.

bb. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 4. Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile With sorrow snares relenting passengers; Or as the snake, roll'd in a flowering bank, With shining checker'd slough, doth sting a

child, That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent.

Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2.

Of all the evil spirits abroad at this hour in the world, insincerity is the most dangerous. I. Froude-Short Studies on Great

Subjects. Elucation. Nor all that glisters gold.

GRAY- Ona Favourite Cat. St. 7.
That for ways that are dark

And for tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar.
BRET HARTE-Plain Language from

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And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it makes it two.

0. WATTS— Song XV.

Here we wander in illusions; Some blessed power deliver us from hence:

Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 3. His promises were, as he then was, mighty; But his performance, as he is now, nothing.

b. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2.

Led so grossly by this meddling priest, Dreading the curse that money may buy out. King John.

Act III. Sc. i. Make the Moor thank me, love me, and re

ward me, For making him egregiously an ass.

d. Othello. Act II. Sc. 1.

DECISION. Decide not rashly. The decision made Can never be recalled. The gods implore not, Plead not, solicit not; they only offer Choice and occasion, which onco being passed Return no more, Dost thou accept the gift? p. LONGFELLOW, Musque of Pandora. Toroor of Prometheus on Mount


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There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.

g. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 2. The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?

h. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2.


Who doth right deeds Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile. t. EDWIN ARNOLD- Light of Asia.

Bk. VI. Line 78.


They fool me to the top of my bent. I will

come by and by. i. Hamiet. Act III. Sc. 2.

Deeds, not words.

Progress. Act III. Sc. 1. Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.


Thus much of this, will make Black, white; foul, fair; wrong, right; Base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. Ha, you gods! why this ?

I. Timon of Athens. Act IV. Sc. 3.

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Why, I can smile, and murther whiles I

smile; And cry, content to that which grieves my

heart; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.

k. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act III. Sc. 2. With one auspicious, and one dropping eye; With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in

marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole.

1. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2.

Things of to-day? Deeds which are harvest for Eternity!

EBENEZER ELLIOTT-Hymn. Line 22. We are our own fates. Our own deeds Are our doomsmen. Man's life was inade Not for men's creeds, But men's actions. OWEN MEREDITH-Lucile. Pt. II.

Canto V. St. 8.

I on the other side Us'd no nmbition to commend my deeds, The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke

loud the doer. y. MULTON-Samson Agonistes. Line 246.

You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words. Multon's Trans. of Sophocles. Electra.

Line 624. The deed I intend is great, But what, as yet, I know not. SANDY's Trans. of Ovid's



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From lowest place when virtuous things pro

ceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed: Where great additions swell, and virtue

none, It is a dropsied honour; good alone Is good without a name. b. All's Well That Ends Well. Act II.

Sc. 3. Go in, and cheer the town; we'll forth, and

fight; Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at


Troilus and Cressida. Act V. Sc. 3.

Their tables were stor'd full, to glad the

sight, And not so much to feed on, as delight; All poverty was scorn'd, and pride so great, The name of help grew odious to repeat.

Pericles. Act I. Sc. 4. A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white

arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content,

The rivers wove their charms,And every little daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me


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STODDARD— Hymn to the Beautiful.

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DESIRE. “Man wants but little here below

Nor wants that little long,". 'Tis not with me exactly so;

But 'tis so in the song.
My wants are many, and, if told,

Would muster many a score;
And were each wish à mint of gold,

I still should long for more.
p. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS— The Wants of

Man. Every wish Is like a prayer--with God. 9. E. B. BROWNING-Aurora Leigh.

Bk. II. The impatient Wish, that never feels repose, Desire, that with perpetual current flows; The fluctuating pangs, of Hope and Fear, Joy distant still, and Sorrow ever near. r. FALCONER- The Shipwreck. Canto I.

Line 493. Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands That tie me down where wretched mortals

sighTo join blest spirits in celestial lands! PETRARCH— To Laura in Death.

Sonnet XLV.

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DELIGHT. I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of others. i. BURKE-- The Sublime and Beautiful.

Pt. I. Sec. 14. In this fool's paradise he drank delight. j. CRABBE- The Borough Payers.

Letter XII. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and pow

der, Which, as they kiss, consume.

k. Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 6. Why, all delights are vain; and that most

vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit

pain. I. Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. So. 1.

Man delights not me, neither, though, by your smiling, you seem

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Lacking my love, I go from place to place, Like a young fawn that late hath lost the

hind, And seek each where where last I saw her

face, Whose image yet I carry fresh in mind.


to say so.


Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2.

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Save me from folly, vanity and vice,
From every low pursuit! and feed my soul
With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue

Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss!
THOMSON--The Seasons. Winter.

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What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on

the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's

page, And be alone on earth, as I am now. h. BYRON - Childe Harold. Canto II.

St. 98. No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence.

i. GEORGE ELIOT- Romola. Ch. XLIV.

A happier lot were mine, If I must lose thee, to go down to earth, For I shall have no hope when thou art

gone, Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none, And no dear mother. o. Bryant's Homer's Iliad. Bk. VI.

Line 530. Hark! to the hurried question of Despair: Where is my child?”.

'-an echo answers
BYRON The Bride of Abydos.

Canto II. St. 27. No longer I follow a sound,

No longer a dream I pursue; O happiness not to be found,

Unattainable treasure, Adieu!

9. COWPER --Song on Peace. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

1. DANTE - lleil. Canto III. Line 9.

To tell men that they cannot help them. selves is to fling them into recklessness and despair. FROUDE-Short Studies on Great

Subjects. Calvinism. There's no dew left on the daisies and clorer. There's no rain left in heaven. 1. JEAN INGELOW--Song of Seven. Sever

Times On. Abashed the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her own shape how lovely; saw And pined his loss. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. I.

Line €46.

Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail horrors! hail. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.

Line 249. How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible! how glad would lay me down As in my mother's lap! MILTON - Paradise Lost. Bk. X.

Line 775. In the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.

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No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate,

But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.

LONGFELLOW--- Endymion.
My desolation does begin to make
A better life.

k. Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2.


There is no creature loves me;
And if I die no sonl shall pity me.

I. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3.

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