_Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.
With mortal crisis doth portend
My days to appropinque an end.
_Hudibras, Pt. I. Canto III_. S. BUTLER.
Sure, 't is a serious thing to die!...
Nature runs back and shudders at the sight,
And every life-string bleeds at thought of parting;
For part they must: body and soul must part;
Fond couple! linked more close than wedded pair.
_The Grave_. B. BLAIR.
While man is growing, life is in decrease;
And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun.
_Night Thoughts, Night V_. DR. E. YOUNG.
Put out the light, and then--put out the light.
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent me; but once put out thy light,
Thou cunningest pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat,
That can thy light relume. When I have plucked thy rose
I cannot give it vital growth again,
It needs must wither.
_Othello, Act v. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.
Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
_Night Thoughts, Night V_. DR. E. YOUNG.
Death aims with fouler spite
At fairer marks.
_Divine Poems_. F. QUARLES.
The ripest fruit first falls.
_Richard II., Act ii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.
The good die first,
And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust
Burn to the socket.
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