DEATH unconquerable.

The work is done,

That neither fire, nor age, nor melting envy,

Shall ever conquer.

Bonduca, Act IV. Scene III.

BEAUMONT and FLETCHER.

DEATH. Victory of

The garlands wither on your brow,

Then boast no more your mighty deeds,

Upon death's purple altar now,

See where the victor victim bleeds:

All heads must come

To the cold tomb,

Only the actions of the just

Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust.

Death's Final Conquest.-JAMES SHIRLEY.

DEATH inevitable.

Death's but a path that must be trod,
If man would ever pass to God:

A

port of calms, a state of ease
From the rough rage of swelling seas.

DEATH.

A Night-piece on Death.-THOMAS PARNELL.

Universal reign of

Leaves have their time to fall,

And flowers to wither at the North-wind's breath,

And stars to set—but all,

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

The Hour of Death.-Mrs. HEMANS.

DEATH. Life through

Death is as the foreshadowing of life. We die

that we may die no more.

The uses of Adversity.-HERMAN HOOKER.

DEATH-BED.

The Scrutiny of the

A death-bed's a detector of the heart.

DEATH.

The death of a good man an incentive to virtue.
EDWARD YOUNG.

Natural Fear of

As some faint pilgrim, standing on the shore,
First views the torrent he would venture o'er,
And then his inn upon the farther ground,
Loath to wade through, and loather to go round:
Then dipping in his staff, does trial make
How deep it is, and, sighing, pulls it back :
Sometimes resolved to fetch his leap; and then
Runs to the bank, but there stops short again :
So I at once

Both heavenly faith and human fear obey;
And feel before me in an unknown way.
For this blest voyage I with joy prepare,
Yet am asham'd to be a stranger there.

Tyrannic Love.-JOHN DRYDEN.

DEATH-To whom gracious.

Death arrives gracious only to such as sit in dark

ness, or lie heavy burthened with grief and irons; to

the poor Christian, that sits bound in the galley; to despairful widows, pensive prisoners, and deposed kings; to them whose fortune runs back, and whose spirits mutiny: unto such death is a redeemer, and the grave a place for retiredness and rest. These wait upon the shore of death, and waft unto him to draw near, wishing above all others to see his star, that they might be led to his place; wooing the remorseless sisters to wind down the watch of their life, and to break them off before the hour. Essay on Death.-LORD BACON.

I consent with Cæsar, that the suddenest passage is easiest, and there is nothing more awakens our resolve and readiness to die than the quieted conscience, strengthened with opinion, that we shall be well spoken of upon earth by those that are just, and of the family of virtue; the opposite whereof is a fury to man, and makes even life unsweet. Essay on Death.-LORD BACON.

DEATH. Best Proof against

No better armour against the darts of death than to be busied in God's service.

Scripture Observations, X.-THOMAS FULLER.

DEATH-CHAMBER. Sacredness of the

The chamber where the good man meets his fate
Is privileged beyond the common walk

Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heav'n.

The death of a good man an incentive to virtue.
EDWARD YOUNG.

DEATH-BED of the Just.

Man's highest triumph, man's profoundest fall,
The death-bed of the just! is yet undrawn
By mortal hand; it merits a divine:
Angels should paint it, angels ever there;
There, on a post of honour and of joy.

Night Thoughts, II. Line 616.-EDWARD YOUNG.

DEATH a Friend.

Death is a friend of ours; and he that is not ready

to entertain him is not at home.

Essay on Death.-LORD BACON.

DEATH and LIFE.

Death but entombs the body, life the soul.

Night Thoughts, III. Line 457.-EDWARD YOUNG.

The air consumes itself in the last love-sigh it gave; To God's breath then transformed, it wakes life from

the grave.

Strung Pearls.-RUCKERT.

DEATH and LIFE.

Death doth lurk always in life's delicious cup,
The mulberry-leaf must bear the biting of a worm,
That so it may be raised to wear its silken form.
Strung Pearls.-RUCKERT.

DECEIT. Difficulty of practising

Were we to take as much pains to be what we ought, as we do to disguise what we are, we might appear like ourselves, without being at the trouble of any disguise at all. Maxims, CI.-ROCHEFOUCAULT.

DEER. Description of a wild

Magnificent creature! so stately and bright!
In the pride of thy spirit pursuing thy flight;
For what has the child of the desert to dread,
Wafting up his own mountains that far beaming head;
Or borne like a whirlwind down on the vale!
Hail! king of the wild and the beautiful!—hail!
Hail idol divine !-whom nature hath borne
O'er a hundred hill tops since the mists of the morn,
Whom the pilgrim lone wandering on mountain and

moor,

As the vision glides by him, may blameless adore:
For the joy of the happy, the strength of the free,
Are spread in a garment of glory o'er thee,
Up! up to yon cliff! like a king to his throne!
O'er the black silent forest piled lofty and lone-