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Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven,
Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.

-SIR W. JONES.

I have worked for more than twelve hours a day for fifty years on an average.

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35. DEATH.

To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.

It is as natural to die as to be born. Death openeth the gate to good fame and extinguisheth envy.

-BACON.

Happiness and misery succeed each other, gladness is followed by sadness;

vain.

Whoever is born is destined to die, all wisdom being

-SAMAL.*

What's sprung from earth dissolves to earth again, And heaven-born things fly to their native seat.

Some die to-day, and some to-morrow, some at day and some at night;

Some die in the prime of youth, and some die old, some that die are men, and some are women; Fever is the cause in some cases, while some are suicides;

The death of some is caused by luxurious living, some die of disease or snake-bite;

In some cases, indigestion or hydrophobia is the cause, some perish in obstinate fight;

One way or another, none can escape Death's sting, see and consider, says Sâmal.

-SAMAL.*

A Gujarâti poet.

Nothing can we call our own but death.

The three conquerors of the world are Fashion, Love, and Death.

Can storied urn, or animated bust,

Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust,

Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?

-GRAY.

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

Death's footsteps fall. Nor triple-bolted gate,

In every place

Nor brazen wall, can shut

from man his fate.

-ROBERT LYTTON.

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!

-MRS. HEMANS.

One may live as a conqueror, or a magistrate, or a
The bed of death brings

king, but he must die as a man.

every human being to his pure individuality.

The oldest deaf and dumb asylum is the grave.

Sport not with life, nor fear death.

He that fears death, lives not.

-PROVERB.

Cowards die many times before their death;
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.

-SHAKESPEARE.

We need not fear to die when death
To us gives sign and warning,
For if we 've bravely done our best,
We'll pass from night to morning.

Submit thy fate to Heaven's indulgent care,
Though all seems lost, 'tis impious to despair,
The tracks of Providence like rivers wind,
And though immerged in earth from human eyes,
Again break forth, and more conspicuous rise.
Man makes a death which nature never made;
Then on the point of his own fancy falls,
And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
-YOUNG.

Since every man who lives is born to die,
And none can boast sincere felicity,

With equal mind what happens let us bear,

Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our

care.

Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend,
The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.

-DRYDEN.

There is no man sorry for death itself, but only for the time of death; every one knowing that it is a bond

never forfeited to God. If, then, we know the same to be certain and inevitable, we ought withal to take the time of his arrival in as good part as the knowledge. -SIR W. RALEIGH.

Nothing would be less useful than to fill the mind with gloomy images of death, and to torment the present by apprehensions as to the future. Religion does not require nor countenance any such morbid anxiety; yet it is good also to sober the thoughts with the consciousness of life's frailty and death's certainty. It is good above all to live every day as we would wish to have done when we come to die. We need not keep the dread event before us, but we should do our work and duty as if we were ever waiting for it, and ready

to encounter it.

-JOHN TULLOCH.

That which is born expires, what blossoms does fade;
Whatever is filled becomes empty, what rises falls.
All that is green dries, the new in time gets old;
Everything under the sun has its end, Time is the
destroyer of all;

When celestial beings and fiends, gods, demi-gods
and demons,

Even god Indra and such others die in course of nature, much less can man hope to escape.

-SAMAL.*

There is no escaping the grasp of death, you may grieve at it or rejoice;

What is the use of grieving for it then, let us rather bear it cheerfully.

-DALPATRAM.†

*A Gujarâti poet.

+ AGujarati poet.

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