Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act iii. Sc. 5

1006
Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;

At whose approach, ghosts, wand'ring here and there,
Troop home to church-yards.

1007

Shaks.: Mid. N. Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2. The eastern gate, all fiery red, Opening on Neptune, with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. 1008 The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. 1009

Shaks.: Mid. N. Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2

Shaks.: 1 Henry VI. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill. 1010

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.

Look, the gentle day,

Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray. 1011

Shaks.: Much Ado. Act v. Sc. 3.

Shaks.: Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

The silent hours steal on, And flaky darkness breaks within the east. 1012 The quiet night, now dappling, 'gan to wane, Dividing darkness from the dawning main. 1013

DAY.

Byron: Island. Canto i. St. 1.

One day, with life and heart, Is more than time enough to find a world. 1014

James Russell Lowell: Columbus

There's one sun more strung on my bead of days.

1015

Henry Vaughan: Rules and Lessons. St. 20

Day is the Child of Time,

And Day must cease to be:

But Night is without a sire,
And cannot expire,
One with Eternity.

1016

R. H. Stoddard: Day and Night

O summer day beside the joyous sea!
O summer day so wonderful and white,
So full of gladness and so full of pain!
Forever and forever shalt thou be
To some the gravestone of a dead delight,
To some the landmark of a new domain.
1017

Longfellow: Summer Day by the Sea.

The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.

1020

Bryant: Thanatopsis.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
1021
Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,

It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,

Will come, when it will come.

1022

Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.

O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low?

Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure?

1023

Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.

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.

1024

Shaks.: M. for M. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot:
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit

To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside

In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,

And blown with restless violence round about
The pendant world.

1025

Shaks.: M. for M. Act iii. Sc. 1

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.

1026

Shaks.: M. for M. Act iii. Sc. I.

That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear.

No more; and, by a sleep, to say we end

The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to; -'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.

1029

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1

To die! to sleep :

To sleep! perchance, to dream; — ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect,
That makes calamity of so long life.

1030

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc 1.

The dread of something after death

The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
1031

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Lay her i' the earth;

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act v. Sc 1.

And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring!

1032

Imperial Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole, to keep the wind away:
O! that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall, t' expel the Winter's flaw!
1033

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act v. Sc 1

The sands are number'd, that make up my life;
Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
1034
Kings and mightiest potentates must die,
For that's the end of human misery.
1035

Shaks.: 3 Henry VI. Act i. Sc. 4

Shaks.: 1 Henry VI. Act iii. Se. 2

Shaks.: 2 Henry VI. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
Where death's approach is seen so terrible.

1036

What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!

I could have better spar'd a better man.

1037

Shaks.: 1 Henry IV. Act v. Sc. 4

Nothing in his life

Became him like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
As 'twere a careless trifle.

1038

Shaks.: Macbeth. Acti Sc. 4

Had I as many sons as I have hairs,

I would not wish them to a fairer death.
1039
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
1040
How oft, when men are at the point of death,
Have they been merry! which their keepers call
A lightning before death.

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 7

1041

Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act iv. Sc. 5.

He that dies this year is quit for the next.

1042

Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act v. Sc 3

Shaks.: 2 Henry IV. Act iii. Sc. 2. They say the tongues of dying men

Enforce attention, like deep harmony:

Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain,
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
1043
Shaks.: Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

He that no more may say is listen'd more

Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose;
More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before:
The setting sun and music at the close,

(As the last taste of sweets is sweetest) last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
1044

Shaks.: Richard II. Act ii Sc. 1

Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.

1045

Shaks.: Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry ; —
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honor shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,

And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone;
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.

1046

Shaks.: Sonnet lxvi

O, sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her. 1047

Shaks.: Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 2.

He that hath a will to die by himself,
Fears it not from another.

1048

There is no death

Shaks.: Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 2. the thing that we call death

Is but another, sadder name for life,
Which is itself an insufficient name,
Faint recognition of that unknown Life-
That Power whose shadow is the Universe.
1049

R. H. Stoddard: Hymn to the Sea.

Behind her death,

Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet
On his pale horse.

1050

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. x. Line 588.

Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds,
Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things,
Abominable, unutterable, and worse

Than fables yet have feign'd, or fear conceived,
Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimæras dire.

1051

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. ii. Line 624. 'Tis but to die,

"Tis but to venture on that common hazard,
Which many a time in battle I have run;
'Tis but to do, what, at that very moment,
In many nations of the peopled earth,

A thousand and a thousand shall do with me.
1052

Rowe: Jane Shore. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Death is the privilege of human nature;
And life without it were not worth our taking.
Thither the poor, the pris'ner, and the mourner
Fly for relief, and lay their burdens down.

1053

Rowe: Fair Penitent. Act v. Sc. 1.

Come to the bridal chamber, Death!
Come to the mother's, when she feels,
For the first time, her first-born's breath
Come when the blessed seals

That close the pestilence are broke,
And crowded cities wail its stroke;
Come in consumption's ghastly form,
The earthquake shock, the ocean storm;
Come when the heart beats high and warm,
With banquet song, and dance, and wine;
And thou art terrible, the tear,

The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier,
And all we know, or dream, or fear
Of agony are thine.

1054

Fitz-Greene Halleck: Marco Bozzaris.