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DE MORTUIS NIL NISI BONUM to DEATH

DE MORTUIS NIL NISI BONUM.—Of the dead be nothing said but what is good.

Riley’s Dictionary of Lat. Quotations.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode;
There they alike in trembling hope repose,
The bosom of his Father and his God.

Gray’s Elegy.—The Epitaph, Verse 3.

DEAD.—He still might doubt the tyrant’s power;
So fair, so calm, so softly seal’d,
The first. last look by death reveal’d!
Such is the aspect of this shore;
’Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.

Byron.—The Giaour, Line 87.

He who hath bent him o’er the dead,
Ere the first day of death is fled;—
(Before Decay’s effacing fingers,
Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,)
And mark’d the mild angelic air,
The rapture of repose that’s there.

Byron.—The Giaour, Line 68.

Fal.—What! is the old king dead?
Pistol.—As nail in door.

Shakespeare.—King Henry IV. Part II. Act V. Scene 3.

O lady, he is dead and gone!
Lady, he’s dead and gone!
And at his head a green grass turfe,
And at his heels a stone.

Anonymous.—1 Percy Reliques, Book II. Page 260. The Friars of Orders Gray.

Come! let the burial rite be read—the funeral song be sung!—
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young—
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

Poe.—Lenore. Verse 1.

DEAD.—I have syllables of dread;
They can wake the dreamless dead.

W.L. Bowles.—Grave of the Last Saxon, Line 32.

DEAF.—What does he say, John—eh? I am hard of hearing.

Garrick.—Lethe, Act I.

DEAR.—A man he was to all the country dear.

Goldsmith.—The Deserted Village, Line 141.

Dear lost companions of my tuneful art,
Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes,
Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

Gray.—The Bard, Stanza III. Line 11.

Devilish dear, master classic, devilish dear!

Foote.—The Englishman in Paris, Act I. Scene 1.

Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale.